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Isaiah 38:12

New American Bible - revised edition

My dwelling, like a shepherd’s tent, is struck down and borne away from me; You have folded up my life, like a weaver who severs me from the last thread. From morning to night you make an end of me;

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Like a flower that springs up and fades, swift as a shadow that does not abide.

My spirit is broken, my days finished, my burial at hand.

Morning or evening they may be shattered; unnoticed, they perish forever.

Even that God would decide to crush me, that he would put forth his hand and cut me off!

Because of your furious wrath, you lifted me up just to cast me down.

Though princes meet and talk against me, your servant meditates on your statutes.

Blessed be the Lord, marvelously he showed to me his mercy in a fortified city.

For I am afflicted day after day, chastised every morning.

you wash them away; They sleep, and in the morning they sprout again like an herb.

And daughter Zion is left like a hut in a vineyard, Like a shed in a melon patch, like a city blockaded.

It shall never be inhabited, nor dwelt in, from age to age; Arabians shall not pitch their tents there, nor shepherds rest their flocks there.

For we know that if our earthly dwelling, a tent, should be destroyed, we have a building from God, a dwelling not made with hands, eternal in heaven.

For while we are in this tent we groan and are weighed down, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be further clothed, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.

You will roll them up like a cloak, and like a garment they will be changed. But you are the same, and your years will have no end.”

you have no idea what your life will be like tomorrow. You are a puff of smoke that appears briefly and then disappears.




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