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12 Like a shepherd’s tent,
my dwelling is pulled up and carried away from me.
Like a weaver I rolled up my life.
He cuts me off from the loom.
From day until night You make my end.
13 I stilled my soul till morning.
Like a lion, He will break all my bones.
From day till night You make my end.
14 Like a swallow or a crane, I whisper,
I moan like a dove.
My eyes are weary, looking upward.
Adonai, I am oppressed, be my security!

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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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