12. My dwelling, like a shepherd’s tent,is struck down and borne away from me;You have folded up my life, like a weaverwho severs me from the last thread. From morning to night you make an end of me;
13. I cry out even until the dawn.Like a lion he breaks all my bones;from morning to night you make an end of me.
14. Like a swallow I chirp;I moan like a dove.My eyes grow weary looking heavenward:Lord, I am overwhelmed; go security for me!
15. What am I to say or tell him?He is the one who has done it!All my sleep has fled,because of the bitterness of my soul.