Mine age is departed, broken off, removed, folded up, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent, which is quickly pitched and as quickly taken down; I have cut off, like a weaver, my life, rolling it together as the craftsman folds the finished garment; He will cut me off with pining sickness, as the thread is cut off which tied the loom to the weaver's beam; from day even to night wilt Thou make an end of me. While Hezekiah, as it were, was rolling up his life, as he lived it, on the weaver's beam, the Lord threatened, by His cutting off, to interrupt his labor suddenly, and so rapid was the progress of the sickness that it seemed about to do its work in one day.

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