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Mina dagar drar förbi, snabbare än en vävares spole,
    de slutar i hopplöshet.
Tänk på att mitt liv är som en vindfläkt,
    mina ögon får inte mer se det goda.
Man ser mig ännu, men inte länge till.
    Din blick söker mig, men jag finns inte mer.

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and my days are running out
quicker than the thread
    of a fast-moving needle.

Don't Forget!

I beg you, God, don't forget!
My life is just a breath,
    and trouble lies ahead.
I will vanish from sight,
and no one, including you,
    will ever see me again.

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“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,(A)
    and they come to an end without hope.(B)
Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;(C)
    my eyes will never see happiness again.(D)
The eye that now sees me will see me no longer;
    you will look for me, but I will be no more.(E)

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

O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

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“My(A) days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
And are spent without hope.
Oh, remember that (B)my life is a breath!
My eye will never again see good.
(C)The eye of him who sees me will see me no more;
While your eyes are upon me, I shall no longer be.

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