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10 I thought I would die
    during my best years
and stay as a prisoner forever
    in the world of the dead.
11 I thought I would never again
    see you, my Lord,
or any of the people
    who live on this earth.
12 My life was taken from me
like the tent that a shepherd
    pulls up and moves.
You cut me off like thread
    from a weaver's loom;
you make a wreck of me
    day and night.

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10 I said, “In the prime of my life(A)
    must I go through the gates of death(B)
    and be robbed of the rest of my years?(C)
11 I said, “I will not again see the Lord himself(D)
    in the land of the living;(E)
no longer will I look on my fellow man,
    or be with those who now dwell in this world.
12 Like a shepherd’s tent(F) my house
    has been pulled down(G) and taken from me.
Like a weaver I have rolled(H) up my life,
    and he has cut me off from the loom;(I)
    day and night(J) you made an end of me.

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