{\b And as a mantle shalt thou roll them up,\par\tab As a garment, and they shall be changed:\par\tab But thou art the same,\par\tab And thy years shall not fail.}
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom can be no variation, neither shadow that is cast by turning.
My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent:\par\tab I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom:\par\tab From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.