⁹ that it would please God to crush me,
    that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!^(A)

⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle
    and come to their end without hope.^[a](A)

¹⁴ For all day long I have been plagued
    and am punished every morning.^(A)

¹² like a cloak you will roll them up,
    and like clothing^[a] they will be changed.
But you are the same,
    and your years will never end.”