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My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle
    and come to their end without hope.[a](A)

“Remember that my life is a breath;
    my eye will never again see good.(B)
The eye that beholds me will see me no more;
    while your eyes are upon me, I shall be gone.(C)
As the cloud fades and vanishes,
    so those who go down to Sheol do not come up;(D)
10 they return no more to their houses,
    nor do their places know them any more.(E)

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  1. 7.6 Or as the thread runs out

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