6. My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle and come to an end without hope.
7. Remember, my life is but a breath; my eyes will not see goodness again!
8. The eye that sees me now will see me no more; your eyes will be on me, but I will be no more.
9. As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so one descending into Sheol does not come up;
10. he will never return to his house, his place does not know him.
11. “So I will not keep silent; I will speak in the distress of my spirit, I will complain in bitterness of soul.
12. Am I a sea, or a monster of the deep that You have set a watch over me?
13. When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,’
14. then You frighten me with dreams, and terrify me with visions,