6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
3 So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.
8 The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
7:6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7:6"My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
7:6My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.
7:6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7:6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7:6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7:6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7:6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
7:6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.