ISV(i)
10 I said, “Must I leave in the prime of my life? Must I be consigned to the control of Sheol? Bitter are my years!”
11 I said, “I won’t see the LORD in the land of the living; and I’ll no longer observe human beings among the denizens of the grave.
12 My house has been plucked up and vanishes from me like a shepherd’s tent; like a weaver, I’ve taken account of my life, and he cuts me off from the loom— day and night you make an end of me.
13 I’ve been swept bare until morning; just like a lion, he breaks all my bones— day and night you make an end of me.
14 Like a swallow or a crane I chirp, I moan like a dove. My eyes look weakly upward. O Lord, I am oppressed, so stand up for me!