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