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My days pass as swiftly as a hand-loom;
    they come to their conclusion without hope.
Remember that my life is a breath;
    my eyes won’t go back to seeing good things.[a]
The eyes of the one who sees me won’t see me anymore;
    your eyes will look[b] for me
        but I won’t be around![c]

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Footnotes

  1. Job 7:7 The Heb. lacks things
  2. Job 7:8 The Heb. lacks will look
  3. Job 7:8 The Heb. lacks around