6. My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without expectancy.
7. Remember that my life is a breath! My eye is never again to see good.
8. The eye of him who sees me sees me no longer. Your eyes are upon me, and I am no more.
9. The cloud fades and vanishes away, so he who goes down to the grave does not come up.
10. He returns no more to his house, nor does his place know him any more.