12 My dwelling is removed,and is carried away from me like a shepherd’s tent.I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life.He will cut me off from the loom.From day even to night you will make an end of me.
13 I waited patiently until morning.He breaks all my bones like a lion.From day even to night you will make an end of me.
14 I chattered like a swallow or a crane.I moaned like a dove.My eyes weaken looking upward.Lord, I am oppressed.Be my security.”
15 What will I say?He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it.I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.
16 Lord, men live by these things;and my spirit finds life in all of them:you restore me, and cause me to live.
17 Behold, for peace I had great anguish,but you have in love for my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption;for you have cast all my sins behind your back.
18 For Sheol can’t praise you.Death can’t celebrate you.Those who go down into the pit can’t hope for your truth.