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My days, I said, are now cut off

My days, I said, are now cut off

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10 My days I said are now cut off.
And going to the grave am I,
And of my hop'd for coming years
I am deprived utterly.
11 I said, that JAH I shall not see,
JAH in the land of life behold;
And man mine eyes shall see no more,
Nor any dwellers in the world.

12 My dwelling here is pass'd away,
Removed as a shepherd's tent;
My life as threads by weavers cut,
He cuts me off by languishment.
From day to night Thou dost me waste,
And end of me wilt quickly make,
13 I in the morn look; but by night
My bones He'll as a lion break.

14 Like cranes or swallows chatter'd I,
Like doves I mourn'd thro' pain and grief,
Mine eyes with looking upwards fail'd.
LORD, I'm oppress'd; O give relief.
15 What shall I say? but humbly own,
He well hath spoke and done to me,
And I in bitterness of soul
Will all my years repenting be.

16 As LORD, Thou art the life of men,
Life to my spirit Thou dost give;
Thou fully wilt recover me,
And thou wilt make me still to live.
17 Lo, I for peace great trouble found,
But to my soul in love Thou hast
From the corrupting pit me sav'd,
Mu sins behind thy back hast cast.

18 For graves cannot shew forth thy praise,
Neither can death Thee celebrate,
Such as go down into the pit
To see thy truth no more can wait,
19 The living does, the living will,
Thee praise, ev'n as I do this day;
The father to the children shall
Thy acts of faithfulness display.

20 Ready to save me was the LORD:
Therefore we will my songs of praise
Sing in JEHOVAH's house with joy,
Throughout our lives, ev'n all our days.

Source: The Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithfully translated into English Metre: being the New-England Psalm-Book, revised and improved... (2nd ed.) #I.XXXVIII

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