Job 7:6-8

The Voice

⁶     My days whisk by swifter than the shuttle in a weaver’s loom—
        back and forth, and back and forth—
        and then they come to their hopeless end.
⁷     My life, remember, is just a breath;
        in death no more good will reach my eye.
⁸     Whoever sees me now, will not for long;
        you’ll look for me, but I’ll be gone.