Job 7:6
King James Version
“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.”
Context
3So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
8The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no thine eyes upon me, and I not.
9the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no