11 “I thought,‘I will no longer see the Lord in the land of the living,I will no longer look on humankind with the inhabitants of the world.
12 My dwelling place is removed and taken away from melike a shepherd’s tent.I rolled up my life like a weaver rolls cloth;from the loom he cuts me off.You turn day into night and end my life.
13 I cry out until morning;like a lion he shatters all my bones;you turn day into night and end my life.
14 Like a swallow or a thrush I chirp,I coo like a dove;my eyes grow tired from looking up to the sky.O sovereign master, I am oppressed; help me!
15 What can I say?He has decreed and acted. I will walk slowly all my years because I am overcome with grief.
16 O sovereign master, your decrees can give men life;may years of life be restored to me.Restore my health and preserve my life.’
17 “Look, the grief I experienced was for my benefit.You delivered me from the pit of oblivion.For you removed all my sins from your sight.