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.

¹² and as a mantle Thou shall roll them together, and they shall be changed, and Thou art the same, and Thy years shall not fail.'

¹ For we have known that if our earthly house of the tabernacle may be thrown down, a building from God we have, an house not made with hands -- age-during -- in the heavens,

¹⁴ And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.

¹³ and I think right, so long as I am in this tabernacle, to stir you up in reminding `you',

¹⁴ having known that soon is the laying aside of my tabernacle, even as also our Lord Jesus Christ did shew to me,

¹⁴ who do not know the thing of the morrow; for what is your life? for it is a vapour that is appearing for a little, and then is vanishing;

⁴ for we also who are in the tabernacle do groan, being burdened, seeing we wish not to unclothe ourselves, but to clothe ourselves, that the mortal may be swallowed up of the life.

²⁰ She doth not sit for ever, Nor continueth unto many generations, Nor doth Arab pitch tent there, And shepherds lie not down there.

⁸ And left hath been the daughter of Zion, As a booth in a vineyard, As a lodge in a place of cucumbers -- as a city besieged.

²³ Princes also sat -- against me they spoke, Thy servant doth meditate in Thy statutes,

²³ He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.

²⁴ I say, `My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations `are' Thine years.

¹¹ My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.

⁴⁵ Thou hast shortened the days of his youth, Hast covered him over `with' shame. Selah.

⁴⁶ Till when, O Jehovah, art Thou hidden? For ever doth Thy fury burn as fire?

⁴⁷ Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?

²² And I -- I have said in my haste, `I have been cut off from before Thine eyes,' But Thou hast heard the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee.

¹ My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.

² As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.

²⁵ My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,

²⁶ They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth on food.

³ So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.

⁴ If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.

⁵ Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,

⁶ My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

⁷ Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.

⁹ That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!

²⁰ From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.