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12 Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd’s tent:
I have cut off like a weaver my life:
he will cut me off with pining sickness:
from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
13 I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones:
from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
14 Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter:
I did mourn as a dove:
mine eyes fail with looking upward:
O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

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