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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.

13 I have set [Him] till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.

14 As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression [is] on me, be my surety.

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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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