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 separateth me from the thrum: --from day to night thou wilt make an end of me.
13. I kept still until the morning; ...as a lion, so doth he break all my bones. From day to night thou wilt make an end of me.
14. Like a swallow or a crane, so did I chatter; I mourned as a dove; mine eyes failed with looking upward: Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
15. What shall I say? He hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it. I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
16. Lord, by these things men live, and in all these things is the life of my spirit; and thou hast recovered me, and made me to live.
17. Behold, instead of peace I had bitterness upon bitterness; but thou hast in love delivered my soul from the pit of destruction; for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
18. For not Sheol shall praise thee, nor death celebrate thee; they that go down into the pit do not hope for thy truth.
19. The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I this day: the father to the children shall make known thy truth.