Isaiah 38:12
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.
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.
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13I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
10I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years."
11I said, "I won't see Yah, Yah in the land of the living. I will see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.
8The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.
11My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
23He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
11My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
20Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
10For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
10My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
20My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are no more: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
11He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
15What 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.
9He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
10He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
16"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
1"My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
7But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
8You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
15I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
16Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
13Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more." For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.
13From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them; He has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: He has made me desolate and faint all the day.
7My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
10Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
18I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from Yahweh.
4"Yahweh, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
5Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.
28though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
4My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
3For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
8You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can't escape.
40This was my situation: in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep fled from my eyes.
13"Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, that you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
19But I was like a gentle lamb that is led to the slaughter; and I didn't know that they had devised devices against me, [saying], Let us destroy the tree with its fruit, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be no more remembered.
16I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
47Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!
6I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
13If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,
23I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.
53They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and have cast a stone on me.
9even that it would please God to crush me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
22Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, and his life to the destroyers.
3For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.