12. My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent; like a weaver I have rolled up my life; he cuts me off from the loom; from day to night you bring me to an end;
13. I calmed myself until morning;like a lion he breaks all my bones;from day to night you bring me to an end.
14. Like a swallow or a crane I chirp; I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward.O Lord, I am oppressed; be my pledge of safety!
15. What shall I say? For he has spoken to me,and he himself has done it. I walk slowly all my yearsbecause of the bitterness of my soul.
16. O Lord, by these things men live,and in all these is the life of my spirit.Oh restore me to health and make me live!
17. Behold, it was for my welfarethat I had great bitterness; but in love you have delivered my lifefrom the pit of destruction, for you have cast all my sinsbehind your back.
18. For Sheol does not thank you;death does not praise you;those who go down to the pit do not hopefor your faithfulness.
19. The living, the living, he thanks you,as I do this day; the father makes known to the childrenyour faithfulness.
20. The Lord will save me,and we will play my music on stringed instrumentsall the days of our lives, at the house of the Lord.
21. Now Isaiah had said, “Let them take a cake of figs and apply it to the boil, that he may recover.”
22. Hezekiah also had said, “What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of the Lord?”