12My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd`s tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
13I have set [Him] till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
14As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression [is] on me, be my surety.
15-- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.
16Lord, by these do [men] live, And by all in them [is] the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live,
17Lo, to peace He changed for me bitterness, And Thou hast delighted in my soul without corruption, For Thou hast cast behind Thy back all my sins.
18For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.
