Isaiah 38:12-14

Evangelical Heritage Version

¹² My dwelling place is being pulled down.
It is carried away from me like a shepherd’s tent.
I have rolled up my life like a weaver.
He is cutting me off from the loom.
From day until night, you make an end of me.^[a]
13 I pondered this until the morning.
He will break all my bones like a lion!
From day until night, you make an end of me.
¹⁴ I chirp weakly like a swift or a swallow.
I mourn like a dove.
My eyes are tired from looking upward.
O Lord, I am oppressed.
Be my security.