NSB(i)
6 »My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle flying back and forth. They end without hope.
7 »O God, remember that my life is but a breath. I will never again see good.
8 »You see me now but not for long. Your eyes will be on me but I will be dead.
9 »Just as a cloud dissipates and vanishes; those who die will not come back.
10 »They are gone forever from their home. They will not be seen again.