⁶ “My days go by faster than a weaver’s ·tool [shuttle],
    and they come to an end without hope.
⁷ Remember, God, that my life is only a breath.
    My eyes will never see happy times again.
⁸ ·Those who [^LThe eyes that] see me now will see me no more;
    you will look for me, but I will ·be gone [^Lbe no more; not exist].