12 My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me
like a shepherd’s tent.(A)
I have rolled up my life like a weaver;(B)
He cuts me off from the loom.[a](C)
You make an end of me from day until night.(D)
13 I thought until the morning:
He will break all my bones like a lion;
You make an end of me day and night.
14 I chirp like a swallow or a crane;
I moan like a dove.(E)
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.(F)

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 38:12 Lit thrum

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