⁶ My days pass as swiftly as a hand-loom;
    they come to their conclusion without hope.
⁷ Remember that my life is a breath;
    my eyes won’t go back to seeing good things.^[a]
8 The eyes of the one who sees me won’t see me anymore;
    your eyes will look^[b] for me
        but I won’t be around!^[c]
9 As a cloud fades away and vanishes,
    the one who descends to the afterlife^[d] doesn’t return.^[e]
10 He doesn’t return again to his house,
    and his place won’t recognize him anymore.”