my days pass over more speedily than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

He promiseth his friends part of his good, but his own children spend it.

They spend their days in wealthiness: but suddenly, they go down to hell.

The power and strength of their hands might do me no good, and as for their age, it is spent and past away without any profit.

For if I had feared any great multitude of people, or if I had been despised of the simple; Oh then should I have been afraid. Thus have I quietly spent my life, and not gone out at the door.