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Jacob said to Pharaoh,“All the years of my travels are 130. All the years of my life have been few and painful; the years of my travels are not as long as those of my ancestors.”
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and they come to an end without hope.
He grows up like a flower and then withers away; he flees like a shadow, and does not remain.
They neither know nor understand. They stumble around in the dark, while all the foundations of the earth crumble.
My days are coming to an end, and I am withered like grass.
People are like a vapor, their days like a shadow that disappears.