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My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
and are spent without hope.
O remember that my life is wind:
mine eye shall no more see good.
The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more:
thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

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“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,(A)
    and they come to an end without hope.(B)
Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;(C)
    my eyes will never see happiness again.(D)
The eye that now sees me will see me no longer;
    you will look for me, but I will be no more.(E)

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