⁷ O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

¹¹ Lo, he goeth by me, and I see him not: he passeth on also, but I perceive him not.

³ Oh that I knew where I might find him! that I might come even to his seat!

⁸ Behold, I go forward, but he is not there; and backward, but I cannot perceive him:

⁹ On the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him: he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him: