²⁵ “My days are swifter than a runner;^(A)
    they fly away without a glimpse of joy.^(B)

⁵ You have made my days^(A) a mere handbreadth;
    the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Everyone is but a breath,^(B)
    even those who seem secure.^[a]

¹² Like a shepherd’s tent^(A) my house
    has been pulled down^(B) and taken from me.
Like a weaver I have rolled^(C) up my life,
    and he has cut me off from the loom;^(D)
    day and night^(E) you made an end of me.