^{10 Ref} I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.

^{11 Ref} I said, I will not see the Lord, even the Lord in the land of the living: I will not see man again or those living in the world.

^{12 Ref} My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.

^{13 Ref} I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.