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12 My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me
    like a shepherd’s tent;
like a weaver I have rolled up my life;
    he cuts me off from the loom;
from day to night thou dost bring me to an end;[a]
13     I cry for help[b] until morning;
like a lion he breaks all my bones;
    from day to night thou dost bring me to an end.[c]

14 Like a swallow or a crane[d] I clamor,
    I moan like a dove.
My eyes are weary with looking upward.
    O Lord, I am oppressed; be thou my security!

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 38:12 Heb uncertain
  2. Isaiah 38:13 Cn: Heb obscure
  3. Isaiah 38:13 Heb uncertain
  4. Isaiah 38:14 Heb uncertain

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