Thus he reflects, stating that in this peak of glory, at the very moment his days were at their apex, he found himself at the gates of death, resigning to his final years. He then voices words that echo the profound fear felt by those confronted with illness and the looming shadow of death. He expresses, "To this I will not see the salvation of God, to this I will not see a man of my kindred; I have forsaken the rest of my life, depart from me," comparing himself to a collapsing tent and to the camp of a laboring woman, who is engaged in the final act of weaving and preparing to cut the fabric. He describes being, for the entirety of night and day, as though delivered to a lion that crushes his bones. Who is this lion? It could be a debilitating illness, or death that opens its jaws like a beast, ready to strike, or the dread that arises in the heart at the thought of dying. For it is fear and despair that ravage the spirit, sapping all its strength.