ACV(i)
10 I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11 I said, I shall not see LORD, even LORD in the land of the living. I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
12 My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night thou will make an end of me.
13 I quieted myself until morning. As a lion, so he breaks all my bones. From day even to night will thou make an end of me.
14 Like a swallow or a crane, so I chattered. I moaned as a dove. My eyes fail with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.