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12 My generation is at an end, and it is rolled away from me, as a shepherd's tent. My life is cut off, as by a weaver: whilst I was yet but beginning, he out me off: from morning even to night thou wilt make an end of me.

13 I hoped till morning, as a lion so hath he broken all my bones: from morning even to night thou wilt make an end of me.

14 I will cry like a young swallow, I will meditate like a dove: my eyes are weakened looking upward: Lord, I suffer violence, answer thou for me.

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12 Like a shepherd’s tent(A) my house
    has been pulled down(B) and taken from me.
Like a weaver I have rolled(C) up my life,
    and he has cut me off from the loom;(D)
    day and night(E) you made an end of me.
13 I waited patiently(F) till dawn,
    but like a lion he broke(G) all my bones;(H)
    day and night(I) you made an end of me.
14 I cried like a swift or thrush,
    I moaned like a mourning dove.(J)
My eyes grew weak(K) as I looked to the heavens.
    I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”(L)

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