Is 38:10 20 Tuesday Morning 2
I said, So I must go away, * my life half spent,
assigned to the world below * for the rest of my years.
I said, No more shall I see Yahweh * in the land of the living;
no more shall I look upon men * within this world.
My home is pulled up and removed * like a shepherd's tent.
Like a weaver you have rolled up my life, * you cut it from the loom.
From morning till night you torment me; * I cry with pain until dawn.
Like a lion breaking my bones, * you torment me the whole day long.
I cry out in sorrow like a swallow, * I mourn like a dove.
My eyes are drooping, O Heaven. * I am in trouble; take care of me, Lord...
You have held back my life * from the pit of doom.
You have cast far from your sight * every one of my sins.
For Sheol below cannot thank you, * nor death give you praise.
Those who go down to the grave * cannot hope for your mercy.
Only the living can thank you * as I do this day.
The father shall tell his children * of your faithful mercy.
Lord, come to our rescue, * and we shall make music
all the days of our life * in the house of the Lord.