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12 My dwelling place is pulled up and removed from me like the tent of my shepherd;
    I have rolled up my life like a weaver.
He cuts me off from the thrum;
    from day to night you bring me to an end.
13 I lie down[a] until morning;
    like a lion, so he breaks all my bones;
    from day to night you bring me to an end.
14 Like a horse or a crane, so I chirp;
    I moan like a dove.
My eyes are weak toward the height.
    Lord, I have oppression; lend me support!

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  1. Isaiah 38:13 Or “cry out”