[6] My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. [7] O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good. [8] The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not. [9] As the cloud is consumed so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up [10] He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know [11] Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. [12] Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch [13] When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease [14] Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions: [15] So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life. [16] I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity. [17] What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart [18] And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment? [19] How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle? [20] I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself? [21] And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.