M i 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.
“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.
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