My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they reach their end without hope.
My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope.
My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.
