¹⁰ I said, “In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol.^[a]
    I am deprived of the residue of my years.”
¹¹ I said, “I won’t see Yah,
    Yah in the land of the living.
    I will see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
¹² My dwelling is removed,
    and is carried away from me like a shepherd’s tent.
I have rolled up my life like a weaver.
    He will cut me off from the loom.
    From day even to night you will make an end of me.
¹³ I waited patiently until morning.
    He breaks all my bones like a lion.
    From day even to night you will make an end of me.
¹⁴ I chattered like a swallow or a crane.
    I moaned like a dove.
    My eyes weaken looking upward.
    Lord, I am oppressed.
    Be my security.”
¹⁵ What will I say?
    He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it.
    I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.
¹⁶ Lord, men live by these things;
    and my spirit finds life in all of them:
    you restore me, and cause me to live.
¹⁷ Behold, for peace I had great anguish,
    but you have in love for my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption;
    for you have cast all my sins behind your back.
¹⁸ For Sheol^[b] can’t praise you.
    Death can’t celebrate you.
Those who go down into the pit can’t hope for your truth.
¹⁹ The living, the living, he shall praise you, as I do today.
    The father shall make known your truth to the children.
²⁰ Yahweh will save me.
    Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments all the days of our life in Yahweh’s house.