^{6 Ref} My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.

^{7 Ref} O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.

^{8 Ref} The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone.

^{9 Ref} A cloud comes to an end and is gone; so he who goes down into the underworld comes not up again.

^{10 Ref} He will not come back to his house, and his place will have no more knowledge of him.