6. My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
7. Remember Thou that my life [is] a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.
8. The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes [are] upon me--and I am not.
9. Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.