12. My dwelling place is removed and taken away from melike a shepherd’s tent.I rolled up my life like a weaver rolls cloth;from the loom he cuts me off.You turn day into night and end my life.
13. I cry out until morning;like a lion he shatters all my bones;you turn day into night and end my life.
14. Like a swallow or a thrush I chirp,I coo like a dove;my eyes grow tired from looking up to the sky.O sovereign master, I am oppressed; help me!
15. What can I say?He has decreed and acted. I will walk slowly all my years because I am overcome with grief.
16. O sovereign master, your decrees can give men life;may years of life be restored to me.Restore my health and preserve my life.’
17. “Look, the grief I experienced was for my benefit.You delivered me from the pit of oblivion.For you removed all my sins from your sight.
18. Indeed Sheol does not give you thanks;death does not praise you.Those who descend into the pit do not anticipate your faithfulness.
19. The living person, the living person, he gives you thanks,as I do today.A father tells his sons about your faithfulness.
20. The Lord is about to deliver me,and we will celebrate with musicfor the rest of our lives in the Lord’s temple.”