I said: In the noontide of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years.
I said, I shall not see the Lord in the land of the living; I shall look upon mortals no more among the inhabitants of the world.
My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd's tent; like a weaver I have rolled up my life; he cuts me off from the loom; from day to night you bring me to an end; a13
I cry for help b until morning; like a lion he breaks all my bones; from day to night you bring me to an end. c14
Like a swallow or a crane d I clamor, I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my security!
But what can I say? For he has spoken to me, and he himself has done it. All my sleep has fled e because of the bitterness of my soul.
O Lord, by these things people live, and in all these is the life of my spirit. f Oh, restore me to health and make me live!
Surely it was for my welfare that I had great bitterness; but you have held back g my life from the pit of destruction, for you have cast all my sins behind your back.
For Sheol cannot thank you, death cannot praise you; those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for your faithfulness.
The living, the living, they thank you, as I do this day; fathers make known to children your faithfulness.
The Lord will save me, and we will sing to stringed instruments h all the days of our lives, at the house of the Lord.
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