13. I composed my soul until morning,like a lion, so He breaks all my bones;from day even to night You make an end of me.
14. Like a crane or a swallow, so I twitter;I mourn as a dove;my eyes look wistfully upward.O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
15. What shall I say?For He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it.I shall wander about all my yearsin the bitterness of my soul.
16. O Lord, by these things men live,and in all these things is the life of my spirit;O restore me to healthand make me live!
17. Surely it was for my own peacethat I had great bitterness;but You have kept my soulfrom the pit of corruption,for You have cast all my sinsbehind Your back.
18. For Sheol cannot thank You,death cannot praise You;those who go down into the pitcannot hope for Your faithfulness.