New American Standard Bible
""My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And come to an end without hope."
— job 7:6, New American Standard Bible
So am I allotted months of vanity, And nights of trouble are appointed me.
"When I lie down I say, 'When shall I arise?' But the night continues, And I am continually tossing until dawn.
"My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt, My skin hardens and runs.
"My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And come to an end without hope.
"Remember that my life is but breath; My eye will not again see good.
"The eye of him who sees me will behold me no longer; Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.
"When a cloud vanishes, it is gone, So he who goes down to Sheol does not come up.