6 My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle;they come to an end without hope.
7 Remember that my life is but a breath.My eye will never again see anything good.
8 The eye of anyone who looks on mewill no longer see me.Your eyes will look for me, but I will be gone.
9 As a cloud fades away and vanishes,so the one who goes down to Sheol will never rise again.
10 He will never return to his house;his hometown will no longer remember him.
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 the sea or a sea monster, that You keep me under guard?