[10] I said in the cutting off of my days, to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years. [11] I said, I shall not see the LORD, in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world. [12] Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end [13] I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end [14] Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: I am oppressed; undertake for me. [15] What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul. [16] O Lord, by these things men live, and in all these things is the life of my spirit: so wilt thou recover me, and make me to live. [17] Behold, for peace I had great bitterness: but thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption: for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back. [18] For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.