11. I said, I shall not see the Lord,even the Lord, in the land of the living;I shall see man no morewith the inhabitants of the world.
12. My dwelling is pulled upand removed from me as a shepherd’s tent;I rolled up my life like a weaver.He cuts me off from the loom;from day even to night You make an end of me.
13. I composed my soul until morning,like a lion, so He breaks all my bones;from day even to night You make an end of me.
14. Like a crane or a swallow, so I twitter;I mourn as a dove;my eyes look wistfully upward.O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
15. What shall I say?For He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it.I shall wander about all my yearsin the bitterness of my soul.
16. O Lord, by these things men live,and in all these things is the life of my spirit;O restore me to healthand make me live!