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11 I said, I shall not see the Lord,
    even the Lord, in the land of the living;
I shall see man no more
    with the inhabitants of the world.
12 My dwelling is pulled up
    and removed from me as a shepherd’s tent;
I rolled up my life like a weaver.
    He cuts me off from the loom;
    from day even to night You make an end of me.
13 I composed my soul until morning,
    like a lion, so He breaks all my bones;
    from day even to night You make an end of me.

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