Job 7:6-10

6My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.

7Remember that my life is but a breath. My eye will never again see anything good.

8The eye of anyone who looks on me will no longer see me. Your eyes will look for me, but I will be gone.

9As a cloud fades away and vanishes, so the one who goes down to Sheol will never rise again.

10He will never return to his house; his hometown will no longer remember him.