"Like a shepherd'stentmy dwellingis pulledup and removedfrom me; As a weaverI rolledup my life.He cutsme offfrom the loom;From dayuntilnightYou makean endof me.
"Like a flowerhe comesforthand withers.He also fleeslike a shadowand does not remain.
"My spiritis broken,my daysare extinguished,The graveis [ready] for me.
Betweenmorningand eveningthey are brokenin pieces;Unobserved,they perishforever.
"Would that Godwere willingto crushme, That He would looseHis handand cutme off!
My daysare like a lengthenedshadow,And I witheraway like grass.
Eventhough princessit[and] talkagainst me, Your servantmeditateson Your statutes.
As for me, I saidin my alarm,"I am cutofffrom beforeYour eyes";NeverthelessYou heardthe voiceof my supplicationsWhen I criedto You.
For I have been strickenalldaylong And chastenedevery morning.
You have sweptthem awaylikea flood,they fallasleep;In the morningthey are like grasswhich sproutsanew.
The daughterof Zionis leftlike a shelterin a vineyard,Like a watchman'shutin a cucumberfield,like a besiegedcity.
It will neverbe inhabitedor livedin from generationto generation;Norwill the Arabpitch[his] tentthere,Norwill shepherdsmake [their flocks] liedownthere.
For we knowthat ifthe earthlytentwhich is our houseis torn down,we havea buildingfrom God,a housenot made with hands,eternalin the heavens.
For indeedwhile we are in thistent,we groan,being burdened,becausewe do not wantto be unclothedbut to be clothed,sothat what is mortalwill be swallowedup by life.
AND LIKEA MANTLEYOU WILL ROLLTHEM UP; LIKEA GARMENTTHEY WILL ALSOBE CHANGED.BUT YOU ARE THE SAME,AND YOUR YEARSWILL NOT COME TO AN END."
Yetyou do not knowwhatyour lifewill be like tomorrow.You are [just] a vaporthat appearsfor a little whileand thenvanishes away.
