אֶ֫רֶג

So while he slept, Delilah took the seven braids of his hair and wove them into the web. Then she tightened it with a pin and called to him, “Samson, the Philistines are here!” But he awoke from his sleep and pulled out the pin with the loom and the web.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.