Job 8:8–9

⁷¶ Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations: ask thy father, and he will shew thee; thy elders, and they will tell thee.

³²For ask now of the days that are past, which were before thee, since the day that God created man upon the earth, and ask from the one side of heaven unto the other, whether there hath been any such thing as this great thing is, or hath been heard like it?

¹⁸Which wise men have told from their fathers, and have not hid it:

⁴For whatsoever things were written aforetime were written for our learning, that we through patience and comfort of the scriptures might have hope.

¹¹Now all these things happened unto them for ensamples: and they are written for our admonition, upon whom the ends of the world are come.

¹⁹The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: the father to the children shall make known thy truth.

¹²With the ancient is wisdom; and in length of days understanding.

¹⁰With us are both the grayheaded and very aged men, much elder than thy father.

⁶And Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite answered and said, I am young, and ye are very old; wherefore I was afraid, and durst not shew you mine opinion.

⁷I said, Days should speak, and multitude of years should teach wisdom.

¹WE have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, what work thou didst in their days, in the times of old.

³Which we have heard and known, and our fathers have told us.

⁴We will not hide them from their children, shewing to the generation to come the praises of the Lord, and his strength, and his wonderful works that he hath done.

¹⁵For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding.

⁴Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

²He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

¹¹My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.

⁹And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are an hundred and thirty years: few and evil have the days of the years of my life been, and have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.

⁶My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.

⁵Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

⁴For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.