⁶ “My days fly more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle,
    and are spent without hope.
⁷ Oh, remember that my life is a breath!
    My eye will never again see good.
⁸ The eye of him who sees me will behold me no more;
    your eyes will be on me, but I will be no more.
⁹ As the cloud disappears and vanishes away,
    so he who goes down to Sheol will come up no more.
¹⁰ He will never return to his house,
    and his place will not recognize him anymore.