¹⁸ visit them every morning,
    test them every moment?

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;^(A)
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.^(B)

⁹ And I will put this third into the fire,
    refine them as one refines silver,
    and test them as gold is tested.
They will call on my name,
    and I will answer them.
I will say, ‘They are my people,’
    and they will say, ‘The Lord is our God.’ ”^(A)

¹⁴ The dead do not live;
    shades do not rise
because you have punished and destroyed them
    and wiped out all memory of them.^(A)

³ Do you fix your eyes on such a one?
    Do you bring me into judgment with you?^(A)