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

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19 as water wears away stones
and torrents wash away the soil from the land,
so you destroy a man’s hope.(A)

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10 He tears me down on every side so that I am ruined.[a]
He uproots my hope like a tree.(A)

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