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

¶ Remember thou that my life is wind and that my eyes shall not return to see good.

The eyes of those that see me now shall not see me again; thine eyes shall be upon me, and I will cease to be.

As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he that goes down to Sheol, who shall not come up again;

10 he shall return no more to his house; neither shall his place know him any more.

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