⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle
    and come to their end without hope.^[a](A)

¹⁴ If he tears down, no one can rebuild;
    if he shuts someone in, no one can open up.^(A)

²⁰ The womb forgets them;
    the worm finds them sweet;
they are no longer remembered,
    so wickedness is broken like a tree.^(A)