Isaiah 38:12-14

Tree of Life Version

¹² Like a shepherd’s tent,
my dwelling is pulled up and carried away from me.
Like a weaver I rolled up my life.
He cuts me off from the loom.
From day until night You make my end.
¹³ I stilled my soul till morning.
Like a lion, He will break all my bones.
From day till night You make my end.
¹⁴ Like a swallow or a crane, I whisper,
I moan like a dove.
My eyes are weary, looking upward.
Adonai, I am oppressed, be my security!