12 Like a shepherd’s tent(A) my house
    has been pulled down(B) and taken from me.
Like a weaver I have rolled(C) up my life,
    and he has cut me off from the loom;(D)
    day and night(E) you made an end of me.
13 I waited patiently(F) till dawn,
    but like a lion he broke(G) all my bones;(H)
    day and night(I) you made an end of me.
14 I cried like a swift or thrush,
    I moaned like a mourning dove.(J)
My eyes grew weak(K) as I looked to the heavens.
    I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”(L)

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12 Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.

13 I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.

14 Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

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