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"My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
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Oh, remember that my life is a breath! My eye will never again see good.
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The eye of him who sees me will see me no more; While your eyes are upon me, I shall no longer be.
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As the cloud disappears and vanishes away, So he who goes down to the grave does not come up.
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He shall never return to his house, Nor shall his place know him anymore.
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"Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
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Am I a sea, or a sea serpent, That You set a guard over me?
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When I say, 'My bed will comfort me, My couch will ease my complaint,'
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Then You scare me with dreams And terrify me with visions,
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So that my soul chooses strangling And death rather than my body.
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I loathe my life; I would not live forever. Let me alone, For my days are but a breath.