Isaiah 38:16

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

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

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

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

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