14. 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 being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!’
15. But what can I say?He has spoken to me, and he himself has done this.I will walk humbly all my yearsbecause of this anguish of my soul.
16. Lord, by such things people live;and my spirit finds life in them too.You restored me to healthand let me live.
17. Surely it was for my benefitthat I suffered such anguish.In your love you kept mefrom the pit of destruction;you have put all my sinsbehind your back.
18. For the grave cannot praise you,death cannot sing your praise;those who go down to the pitcannot hope for your faithfulness.