18:007:006 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
18:007:007 O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
18:007:008 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
18:007:009 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
18:007:010 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
18:007:011 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
18:007:012 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
18:007:013 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaints;
18:007:014 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
18:007:015 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.