Isaiah 38:12
My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
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13I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
10`I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.
11I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world.
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
7Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.
8The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes `are' upon me -- and I am not.
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
23He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
10For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
10My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
20My tent hath been spoiled, And all my cords have been broken, My sons have gone out from me, and they are not, There is none stretching out any more my tent, And raising up my curtains.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
15-- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.
9Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
10He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
17At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
18By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
15I `am' afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors -- I pine away.
16Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
13Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
18And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
4`Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it `is',' I know how frail I `am'.
5Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
28And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
3For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
8Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me, Thou hast made me an abomination to them, Shut up -- I go not forth.
40I have been `thus': in the day consumed me hath drought, and frost by night, and wander doth my sleep from mine eyes.
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
19And I `am' as a trained lamb brought to slaughter, And I have not known That against me they have devised devices: We destroy the tree with its food, and cut him off From the land of the living, And his name is not remembered again.
16I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
47Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
13If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
23As a shadow when it is stretched out I have gone, I have been driven away as a locust.
53They have cut off in a pit my life, And they cast a stone against me.
9That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
22And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.
3For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.