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Isaiah 38:12

Bible in Basic English 1965

My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.

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He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.

My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.

Between morning and evening they are completely broken; they come to an end for ever, and no one takes note.

If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!

My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.

Rulers make evil designs against me; but your servant gives thought to your rules.

And as for me, I said in my fear, I am cut off from before your eyes; but you gave ear to the voice of my prayer, when my cry went up to you.

For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.

And the daughter of Zion has become like a tent in a vine-garden, like a watchman's house in a field of fruit, like a town shut in by armies.

People will never be living in it again, and it will have no more men from generation to generation: the Arab will not put up his tent there; and those who keep sheep will not make it a resting-place for their flocks.

For we are conscious that if this our tent of flesh is taken down, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal, in heaven.

For truly, we who are in this tent do give out cries of weariness, for the weight of care which is on us; not because we are desiring to be free from the body, but so that we may have our new body, and death may be overcome by life.

They will be rolled up like a cloth, even like a robe, and they will be changed: but you are the same and your years will have no end.

When you are not certain what will take place tomorrow. What is your life? It is a mist, which is seen for a little time and then is gone.




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