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Isaiah 38:12

Tree of Life Version

Like a shepherd’s tent, my dwelling is pulled up and carried away from me. Like a weaver I rolled up my life. He cuts me off from the loom. From day until night You make my end.

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And like a robe You will roll them up, and like clothing they will be changed; but You are the same, and Your years shall never end.”

For we know that if the tent, our earthly home, is torn down, we have a building from God—a home not made with human hands, eternal in the heavens.

For all day I have been stricken, my chastisement comes every morning.

Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. What is your life? For you are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes.

For we groan while we are in this tent—burdened because we don’t want to be unclothed but to be clothed, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.

It will never be inhabited, nor will it be dwelt in from generation to generation, nor will an Arab pitch a tent there, nor will shepherds let flocks lie there.

So the Daughter of Zion is left as a sukkah in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.

Though princes sit and talk against me, Your servant meditates on Your decrees.

because of Your indignation and wrath, for You have picked me up and tossed me aside.

Blessed be Adonai, for He has shown me His wonderful love in a besieged city.

“My spirit is broken, my days have cut short, the graveyard awaits me.

Like a flower he comes up and withers; like a shadow he flees and does not stay.

that God would be willing to crush me, to release His hand, and cut me off!

From morning until evening they are beaten into pieces— unnoticed, they perish forever.

You sweep them away in their sleep. In the morning they are like sprouting grass—




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