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