My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.

My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.

Αι ημεραι μου ειναι ταχυτεραι της κερκιδος του υφαντου, και χανονται ανευ ελπιδος.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.