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

¹⁵ where then is my hope—^(A)
    who can see any hope for me?^(B)

¹⁰ He tears me down^(A) on every side till I am gone;
    he uproots my hope^(B) like a tree.^(C)