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My days are (A)swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
And come to an end (B)without hope.

“Remember that my life (C)is but wind;
My eye will (D)not again see good.
The (E)eye of him who sees me will behold me no longer;
Your eyes will be on me, but (F)I will not be.
A (G)cloud vanishes, and it is gone,
So (H)he who goes down to (I)Sheol does not come up.
10 He will not return again to his house,
Nor will (J)his place recognize him anymore.

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My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
And are spent without hope.
Oh remember that my life is a breath:
Mine eye shall no more see good.
The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more;
Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away,
So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more.
10 He shall return no more to his house,
Neither shall his place know him any more.

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