From Isaiah 38 :

...Like a weaver I have rolled up my life,
and he has cut me off from the loom;
day and night you made an end of me.

I waited patiently till dawn,
but like a lion he broke all my bones;
day and night you made an end of me.

I cried like a swift or thrush,
I moaned like a mourning dove.
My eyes grew weak as I looked to the heavens.
I am troubled; O Lord, come to my aid!"