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Isaiah 38:12

New International Reader's Version

My body is like a shepherd’s tent. It has been pulled down and carried off. My life is like a piece of cloth that I’ve rolled up. You have cut it off from the loom. In a short period of time you have brought my life to an end.

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They grow like flowers, and then they dry up. They are like shadows that quickly disappear.

My strength is almost gone. I won’t live much longer. A grave is waiting for me.

Between sunrise and sunset they are broken to pieces. Nobody even notices. They disappear forever.

I wish he would crush me! I wish he would just cut off my life!

The days of my life are like an evening shadow. I dry up like grass.

Even if rulers sit together and tell lies about me, I will spend time thinking about your orders.

I was afraid and said, “I’ve been cut off from you!” But you heard my cry for your favor. You heard me when I called out to you for help.

Day after day I’ve been in pain. God has punished me in a new way every morning.

Yet you sweep people away, and they die. They are like new grass that grows in the morning.

The city of Zion is left like a shed where someone stands guard in a vineyard. It is left like a hut in a cucumber field. It’s like a city being attacked.

No one will ever live in Babylon again. No one will live there for all time to come. Those who wander in the desert will never set up their tents there. Shepherds will never rest their flocks there.

We know that the earthly tent we live in will be destroyed. But we have a building made by God. It is a house in heaven that lasts forever. Human hands did not build it.

While we live in this tent of ours, we groan under our heavy load. We don’t want to be naked. Instead, we want to be fully dressed with our house in heaven. What must die will be swallowed up by life.

You will roll them up like a robe. They will be changed as a person changes clothes. But you remain the same. Your years will never end.” (Psalm 102:25–27)

You don’t even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? It is a mist that appears for a little while. Then it disappears.




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