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12 My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd’s tent:
I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the [a]loom:
From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
13 [b]I quieted myself until morning; as a lion, so he breaketh all my bones:
From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
14 Like a swallow or a crane, so did I chatter;
I did moan as a dove; mine eyes fail with looking upward:
O Lord, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 38:12 Hebrew thrum.
  2. Isaiah 38:13 Or, I thought until morning, As a lion, so will he break etc.