13 I reckoned till morning, that,as a lion, so will he break all my bones:from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
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 cannot celebrate thee:they that go down into the pitcannot hope for thy truth.
19 The living, the living, he shall praise thee,as I do this day:the father to the childrenshall make known thy truth.