Quotes About Time

In the third month they began building up the heaps, and they finished in the seventh month.

So the land enjoyed its Sabbath rest all the days of the desolation, until seventy years were completed, in fulfillment of the word of the LORD through Jeremiah.

He had begun the journey from Babylon on the first day of the first month, and he arrived in Jerusalem on the first day of the fifth month, for the gracious hand of his God was upon him.

Whoever failed to appear within three days would forfeit all his property, according to the counsel of the leaders and elders, and would himself be expelled from the assembly of the exiles.

But there are many people here, and it is the rainy season. We are not able to stay out in the open. Nor is this the work of one or two days, for we have transgressed greatly in this matter.

Then the king, with the queen seated beside him, asked me, “How long will your journey take, and when will you return?” So it pleased the king to send me, and I set a time.

So the wall was completed in fifty-two days, on the twenty-fifth of Elul.

While all this was happening, I was not in Jerusalem, because I had returned to Artaxerxes king of Babylon in the thirty-second year of his reign. Some time later I obtained leave from the king

In the twelve months before her turn to go to King Xerxes, the harem regulation required each young woman to receive beauty treatments with oil of myrrh for six months, and then with perfumes and cosmetics for another six months.

If only darkness had taken that night away! May it not appear among the days of the year; may it never be entered in any of the months.

They are smashed to pieces from dawn to dusk; unnoticed, they perish forever.

“Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand?

So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed me.

My days are swifter than a weaverís shuttle; they come to an end without hope.

For we were born yesterday and know nothing; our days on earth are but a shadow.

My days are swifter than a runner; they flee without seeing good.

They sweep by like boats of papyrus, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.

Are Your days like those of a mortal, or Your years like those of a man,

Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,

For you will forget your misery, recalling it only as waters gone by.

Since his days are determined and the number of his months is with You, and since You have set limits that he cannot exceed,

look away from him and let him rest, so he can enjoy his day as a hired hand.

If only You would hide me in Sheol and conceal me until Your anger has passed! If only You would appoint a time for me and then remember me!

But as a mountain erodes and crumbles and a rock is dislodged from its place,