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 wilt thou make an end of me.

My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.

Η ζωη μου εφυγε και μετετοπισθη απ' εμου ως ποιμενος σκηνη· εκοπη η ζωη μου ως υπο υφαντου· απο του στημονιου θελει με κοψει· απο πρωιας εως εσπερας θελεις με τελειωσει.

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 of me.