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My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle
    and come to their end without hope.[a](A)

“Remember that my life is a breath;
    my eye will never again see good.(B)
The eye that beholds me will see me no more;
    while your eyes are upon me, I shall be gone.(C)

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  1. 7.6 Or as the thread runs out