He has weakened my strength along the way. He has cut short my days.
My house has been plucked up and vanishes from me like a shepherd's tent; like a weaver, I've taken account of my life, and he cuts me off from the loom day and night you make an end of me.
My days pass as swiftly as a hand-loom; they come to their conclusion without hope.
"My days pass faster than a runner; but they pass quickly without seeing anything good.
"The woman who gave birth to seven will grow faint, her life will expire. Her sun will set while it's still day. She will be disgraced and humiliated. I'll kill the rest of them with swords in the presence of their enemies," declares the LORD.
"My spirit is crushed, my days are over; it's the grave for me!
My days are passed; my plans have been shattered; along with my heart's desires.
Why haven't you pardoned my transgression and taken away my iniquity? Now I'm about to lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I won't be around!"
I said, "Must I leave in the prime of my life? Must I be consigned to the control of Sheol? Bitter are my years!"
Though his bones were full of youthful vigor; yet they will lie down with him in the dust.