“ Like a shepherd’s tent my dwelling is pulled up and removed from me; As a weaver I rolled up my life. He cuts me off from the loom; From day until night You make an end of me.
Como tienda de pastor, mi morada es arrancada y alejada de mí; Como un tejedor enrollé mi vida. Del telar, El me cortó; Del día a la noche acabas conmigo.
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