My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
Days. "I have cut off like a weaver my life" (Isaiah 38:12). Every day, like the weaver's shuttle, leaves a thread behind; and each shall wear as he weaves. But Job's thought is, that his days must swiftly be cut off as a web: without hope-namely, of a recovery and renewal of life. "Thou washest away the tidings which grow out of the dust of the earth: and thou destroyest the hope of man" (Job 14:19. cf. Job 9:25; 1 Chronicles 29:15.)