M y house is pulled up like a shepherd’s tent and taken from me. I have rolled up my life like a cloth-maker. He cuts me off from the cloth He is making. From day to night You make an end of me.
Mi morada ha sido movida y traspasada de mí, como tienda de pastor. Como tejedor corté mi vida; me cortará con la enfermedad; me consumirás entre el día y la noche.
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