12. My age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off 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.
13. I considered till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night will you make an end of me.
14. Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
15. What shall I say? he has both spoken unto me, and he himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.