My dwelling has been picked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom; from day until night You make an end of me.
You will roll them up like a robe; like a garment they will be changed; but You remain the same, and Your years will nev
For I am afflicted all day long and punished every morning.
For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is dismantled, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven,
My days are swifter than a runner; they flee without seeing good.
For while we are in this tent, we groan under our burdens, because we do not wish to be unclothed but clothed, so that o
“My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.
My days are like lengthening shadows, and I wither away like grass.
You do not even know what will happen tomorrow! What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and th
Though rulers sit and slander me, Your servant meditates on Your statutes.
And the Daughter of Zion is abandoned like a shelter in a vineyard, like a shack in a cucumber field, like a city besieg
She will never be inhabited or settled from generation to generation; no nomad will pitch his tent there, no shepherd wi
You have cut short the days of his youth; You have covered him with shame. Selah
They are smashed to pieces from dawn to dusk; unnoticed, they perish forever.
I think it is right to refresh your memory as long as I live in the tent of my body,
He has broken my strength on the way; He has cut short my days.
that God would be willing to crush me, to unleash His hand and cut me off!
In my alarm I said, “I am cut off from Your sight!” But You heard my plea for mercy when I called to You for help.
Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away; like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.
So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed to me.