¹⁶ For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.

⁷ Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people `is' grass;

⁹ The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.

²⁴ And Enoch walketh habitually with God, and he is not, for God hath taken him.

⁶ My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

⁷ Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.

⁸ The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes `are' upon me -- and I am not.

⁹ Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.

¹⁰ He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.

¹⁸ If `one' doth destroy him from his place, Then it hath feigned concerning him, I have not seen thee!

¹⁹ Lo, this `is' the joy of his way, And from the dust others spring up.'

¹⁰ And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where `is' he?

²⁰ Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.

²¹ Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,