Job 7:6-10

Common English Bible

⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle;
    they reach their end without hope.^[a]
7 Remember that my life is wind;
    my eyes won’t see pleasure again.
⁸ The eye that sees me now will no longer look on me;
    your eyes will be on me, and I won’t exist.
⁹ A cloud breaks apart and moves on—
    like the one who descends to the grave^[b] and won’t rise,
¹⁰         won’t return home again,
        won’t be recognized in town anymore.