“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)
As a cloud vanishes(F) and is gone,
    so one who goes down to the grave(G) does not return.(H)
10 He will never come to his house again;
    his place(I) will know him no more.(J)

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My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle;
    they reach their end without hope.[a]
Remember that my life is wind;
    my eyes won’t see pleasure again.
The eye that sees me now will no longer look on me;
    your eyes will be on me, and I won’t exist.
A cloud breaks apart and moves on—
    like the one who descends to the grave[b] and won’t rise,
10         won’t return home again,
        won’t be recognized in town anymore.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 7:6 Or thread
  2. Job 7:9 Heb Sheol