M y dwelling is plucked up and is removed from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life as a weaver; cuts me free from the loom; from day to night You bring me to an end.
My dwelling place has been moved and is removed from me as a shepherd’s tent; he has cut off my life like a weaver: he has cut me off with sickness: between the day and the night thou shalt consume me.
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