Isaiah 38:16DRA

14Like a crane a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

15What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done : I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.

16O Lord, by these live, and in all these the life of my spirit: so wilt thou recover me, and make me to live.

17Behold, for peace I had great bitterness: but thou hast in love to my soul from the pit of corruption: for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.

18For the grave cannot praise thee, death can celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.