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.