6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 Remember thou that my life is wind; mine eye shall no more see good.
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall behold me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
9 The cloud consumeth and vanisheth away; so he that goeth down to Sheol shall not come up.
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him again.
11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth: I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, that thou settest a watch over me?