¹⁰ I said: In the noontide of my days
    I must depart;
I am consigned to the gates of Sheol
    for the rest of my years.^(A)
11 I said, I shall not see the Lord
    in the land of the living;
I shall look upon mortals no more
    among the inhabitants of the world.^(B)
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 you bring me to an end;^(C)
13     I cry for help^[a] until morning;
like a lion he breaks all my bones;
    from day to night you bring me to an end.^(D)

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

³ For my soul is full of troubles,
    and my life draws near to Sheol.^(A)
4 I am counted among those who go down to the Pit;
    I am like those who have no help,^(B)
5 like those forsaken among the dead,
    like the slain that lie in the grave,
like those whom you remember no more,
    for they are cut off from your hand.^(C)