12. My dwelling is plucked up and removed from melike a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom. You make an end of me from day until night.
13. I thought until the morning:He will break all my bones like a lion;You make an end of me day and night.
14. I chirp like a swallow or a crane;I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak looking upward.Lord, I am oppressed; support me.
15. What can I say?He has spoken to me,and He Himself has done it.I walk along slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul,
16. Lord, because of these promises people live, and in all of them is the life of my spirit as well;You have restored me to health and let me live.