⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle
    and come to their end without hope.^[a](A)

¹⁵ where then is my hope?
    Who will see my hope?^(A)

¹² My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me
    like a shepherd’s tent;
like a weaver I have rolled up my life;
    he cuts me off from the loom;
from day to night you bring me to an end;^(A)
13     I cry for help^[a] until morning;
like a lion he breaks all my bones;
    from day to night you bring me to an end.^(B)

³² The wicked are overthrown by their evildoing,
    but the righteous find a refuge in their integrity.^[a](A)

⁴ They are like a breath;
    their days are like a passing shadow.^(A)