12 My life was taken from melike the tent that a shepherdpulls up and moves.You cut me off like threadfrom a weaver's loom;you make a wreck of meday and night.
13 Until morning came, I thoughtyou would crush my bonesjust like a hungry lion;both night and dayyou make a wreck of me.
14 I cry like a swallow;I mourn like a dove.My eyes are redfrom looking to you, Lord.I am in terrible trouble.Please come and help me.
15 There's nothing I can sayin answer to you,since you are the onewho has done this to me.My life has turned sour;I will limp until I die.
16 Your words and your deedsbring life to everyone,including me.Please make me healthyand strong again.
17 It was for my own goodthat I had such hard times.But your love protected mefrom doom in the deep pit,and you turned your eyesaway from my sins.
18 No one in the world of the deadcan thank you or praise you;none of those in the deep pitcan hope for youto show themhow faithful you are.