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

“Remember that my life is a breath;
    my eye will never again see good.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 7:6 Or as the thread runs out

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
and are spent without hope.
O remember that my life is wind:
mine eye shall no more see good.

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16 I loathe my life; I would not live forever.
    Let me alone, for my days are a breath.
17 What are human beings, that you make so much of them,
    that you set your mind on them,
18 visit them every morning,
    test them every moment?
19 Will you not look away from me for a while,
    let me alone until I swallow my spittle?

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16 I loathe it; I would not live alway:
let me alone; for my days are vanity.
17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him?
and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning,
and try him every moment?
19 How long wilt thou not depart from me,
nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

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