^{6 Ref} My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.

^{7 Ref} Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.

^{8 Ref} The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.

^{9 Ref} As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away, So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more.

^{10 Ref} He shall return no more to his house, Neither shall his place know him any more.