⁶ “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,^(A)
    and they come to an end without hope.^(B)

⁵ You have made my days^(A) a mere handbreadth;
    the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Everyone is but a breath,^(B)
    even those who seem secure.^[a]

¹¹ My days are like the evening shadow;^(A)
    I wither^(B) away like grass.

⁴ They are like a breath;^(A)
    their days are like a fleeting shadow.^(B)