⁵ Yet you sweep people away^(A) in the sleep of death—
    they are like the new grass of the morning:
⁶ In the morning it springs up new,
    but by evening it is dry and withered.^(B)

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.