Isaiah 38:16 BBE

¹⁴  I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.

¹⁵  What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.

¹⁶  O Lord, for this cause I am waiting for you, give rest to my spirit: make me well again, and let me come back to life.

¹⁷  See, in place of peace my soul had bitter sorrow. but you have kept back my soul from the underworld; for you have put all my sins out of your memory.

¹⁸  For the underworld is not able to give you praise, death gives you no honour: for those who go down into the underworld there is no hope in your mercy.