He weakened my strength in the way, he shortened my days.
Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent. I have cut off like a weaver my life. He separateth me from the thrum: from day to night thou wilt make an end of me.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
And my days are swifter than a runner: they flee away, they see no good.
She that hath borne seven languisheth, she hath given up the ghost; her sun is gone down while it is yet day; she is put to shame and confounded. And the residue of them will I give up to the sword before their enemies, saith Jehovah.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.
And why dost not thou forgive my transgression and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I lie down in the dust, and thou shalt seek me early, and I shall not be.
I said, In the meridian of my days I shall go to the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the rest of my years.
His bones were full of his youthful strength; but it shall lie down with him in the dust.