14. I will cry like a young swallow, I will meditate like a dove: my eyes are weakened looking upward: Lord, I suffer violence, answer thou for me.
15. What shall I say, or what shall he answer for me, whereas he himself hath done it? I will recount to thee all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
16. O Lord, if man's life be such, and the life of my spirit be in such things as these, thou shalt correct me, and make me to live.
17. Behold in peace is my bitterness most bitter: but thou best delivered my soul that it should not perish, thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
18. For hell shall not confess to thee, neither shall death praise thee: nor shall they that go down into the pit, look for thy truth.
19. The living, the living, he shall give praise to thee, as I do this day: the father shall make thy truth known to the children.
20. O Lord, save me, and we will sing our psalms all the days of our life in the house of the Lord.
21. Now Isaias had ordered that they should take a lump of figs, and lay it as it plaster upon the wound, and that he should be healed.
22. And Ezechias bed said: What shah be the sign that I shah go up to the house of the Lord?