American Standard Version of 1901
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Now my days are swifter than a {Or, runner}post:They flee away, they see no good,
They are passed away as the {Hebrew: ships of reed.}swift ships;As the eagle that swoopeth on the prey.
If I say, I will forget my complaint,I will put off my sad countenance, and {Hebrew: brighten up.}be of good cheer;
I am afraid of all my sorrows,I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle,And are spent without hope.