Rotherham(i)
7 Remember thou, that, a wind, is my life, not again shall mine eye see blessing:
8 Nor shall see me––the eye that used to behold me, Thine eyes, are upon me, and I am not.
9 A cloud faileth, and is gone, So, he that descendeth to hades, shall not come up:
10 He shall not return again to his house, and his own place shall be acquainted with him no more.