11 I said,“I shall not see Yah,The Lord in the land of the living;I shall observe man no more among the inhabitants of the world.
12 My life span is gone,Taken from me like a shepherd’s tent;I have cut off my life like a weaver.He cuts me off from the loom;From day until night You make an end of me.
13 I have considered until morning—Like a lion,So He breaks all my bones;From day until night You make an end of me.
14 Like a crane or a swallow, so I chattered;I mourned like a dove;My eyes fail from looking upward.O Lord, I am oppressed;Undertake for me!
15 “What shall I say?He has both spoken to me,And He Himself has done it.I shall walk carefully 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;So You will restore me and make me live.
17 Indeed it was for my own peaceThat I had great bitterness;But You have lovingly delivered my soul from the pit of corruption,For You have cast all my sins behind Your back.