12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd`s tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night will you make an end of me.
13I quieted [myself] until morning; as a lion, so he breaks all my bones: From day even to night will you make an end of me.
14Like a swallow [or] a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan as a dove; my eyes fail [with looking] upward: Lord, I am oppressed, be you my collateral.
15What shall I say? he has both spoken to me, and himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
16Lord, by these things men live; Wholly therein is the life of my spirit: Why recover you me, and make me to live.
17Behold, [it was] for [my] peace [that] I had great bitterness: But you have in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; For you have cast all my sins behind your back.
18For Sheol can`t praise you, death can`t celebrate you: Those who go down into the pit can`t hope for your truth.
