A spirit glided past me and made the hair on my skin to bristle.

My days pass as swiftly as a hand-loom; they come to their conclusion without hope.

"If he were to pass near me, I wouldn't notice; if he moves by, I wouldn't perceive him.

"My days pass faster than a runner; but they pass quickly without seeing anything good.

They pass by like a ship made of reeds, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.

He blocked my path, so I cannot pass; and he turned out the lights on my pathways.

"They die suddenly, in the middle of the night; people suffer seizures and pass away; even valiant men can be taken away and not by human hands.