6. My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope.
7. Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things.
8. Neither will the sight of man gaze upon me; your eyes are upon me, and I will not endure.
9. Just as a cloud is consumed and passes away, so he who descends to hell will not ascend.