¹² My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.

¹² And as a mantle shalt thou roll them up, As a garment, and they shall be changed: But thou art the same, And thy years shall not fail.

¹ For we know that if the earthly house of our tabernacle be dissolved, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal, in the heavens.

¹⁴ For all the day long have I been plagued, And chastened every morning.

¹³ And I think it right, as long as I am in this tabernacle, to stir you up by putting you in remembrance;

¹⁴ knowing that the putting off of my tabernacle cometh swiftly, even as our Lord Jesus Christ signified unto me.

¹⁴ whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

⁴ For indeed we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened; not for that we would be unclothed, but that we would be clothed upon, that what is mortal may be swallowed up of life.

²⁰ It shall never be inhabited, neither shall it be dwelt in from generation to generation: neither shall the Arabian pitch tent there; neither shall shepherds make their flocks to lie down there.

⁸ And the daughter of Zion is left as a booth in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.

²³ Princes also sat and talked against me; `But' thy servant did meditate on thy statutes.

²³ He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days.

²⁴ I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: Thy years are throughout all generations.

¹¹ My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.

⁴⁵ The days of his youth hast thou shortened: Thou hast covered him with shame. Selah

⁴⁶ How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou hide thyself for ever? `How long' shall thy wrath burn like fire?

⁴⁷ Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!

²² As for me, I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes: Nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications When I cried unto thee.

¹ My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is `ready' for me.

² He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

²⁵ Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good,

²⁶ They are passed away as the swift ships; As the eagle that swoopeth on the prey.

³ So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.

⁴ When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

⁵ My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.

⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.

⁷ Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.

⁹ Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

²⁰ Betwixt morning and evening they are destroyed: They perish for ever without any regarding it.