My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent; like a weaver I have rolled up my life; he cuts me off from the loom; from day to night you bring me to an end;
For the moth will eat them up like a garment, and the worm will eat them like wool, but my deliverance will be forever and my salvation to all generations.
He has broken down his booth like a garden; he has destroyed his tabernacle; the Lord has abolished in Zion festival and Sabbath and in his fierce indignation has spurned king and priest.