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;
like a robe you will roll them up, like a garment they will be changed. But you are the same, and your years will have no end.”
For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.
For all the day long I have been stricken and rebuked every morning.
I think it right, as long as I am in this body, to stir you up by way of reminder, since I know that the putting off of my body will be soon, as our Lord Jesus Christ made clear to me.
yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.
For while we are still in this tent, we groan, being burdened—not that we would be unclothed, but that we would be further clothed, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.
It will never be inhabited or lived in for all generations; no Arab will pitch his tent there; no shepherds will make their flocks lie down there.
And the daughter of Zion is left like a booth in a vineyard, like a lodge in a cucumber field, like a besieged city.
Even though princes sit plotting against me, your servant will meditate on your statutes.
He has broken my strength in midcourse; he has shortened my days. “O my God,” I say, “take me not away in the midst of my days— you whose years endure throughout all generations!”
My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass.
You have cut short the days of his youth; you have covered him with shame. Selah How long, O Lord? Will you hide yourself forever? How long will your wrath burn like fire? Remember how short my time is! For what vanity you have created all the children of man!
I had said in my alarm, “I am cut off from your sight.” But you heard the voice of my pleas for mercy when I cried to you for help.
“My spirit is broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard is ready for me.
He comes out like a flower and withers; he flees like a shadow and continues not.
“My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away; they see no good. They go by like skiffs of reed, like an eagle swooping on the prey.
so I am allotted months of emptiness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me. When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’ But the night is long, and I am full of tossing till the dawn. My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh. My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle and come to their end without hope. “Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will never again see good.
that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
Between morning and evening they are beaten to pieces; they perish forever without anyone regarding it.
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