He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
My age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off from the loom: from day even to night will you make an end of me.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
Now my days are swifter than a runner: they flee away, they see no good.
She that has borne seven languishes: she has breathed her last; her sun has gone down while it was yet day: she has been ashamed and confounded: and the rest of them will I deliver to the sword before their enemies, says the LORD.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and you shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the rest of my years.
His bones are full of the sin of his youth, which shall lie down with him in the dust.