Job 7:7-10

7Remember, God, that my life is as short as a breath. I know that I will never be happy again.

8People who can see me now will not see me any more. You will look for me, but I will not be there.

9Clouds disappear and you never see them again. That is like people who die and go into their graves. They do not come back again.

10They do not come back to live in their homes. People forget about them.