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

⁹ for we were born only yesterday and know nothing,^(A)
    and our days on earth are but a shadow.^(B)

² They spring up like flowers^(A) and wither away;^(B)
    like fleeting shadows,^(C) they do not endure.^(D)

⁷ I thought, ‘Age should speak;
    advanced years should teach wisdom.’^(A)

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