6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle;
they come to an end without hope.
7Remember that my life is but a breath.
My eyes will never again see happiness.
8The eye that beholds me will no longer see me.
You will look for me, but I will be no more.
9As a cloud vanishes and is gone,
so he who goes down to Sheol does not come back up.
10He never returns to his house;
his place remembers him no more.
— Job 7:6-10