13 I cry out even until the dawn.Like a lion he breaks all my bones;from morning to night you make an end of me.
14 Like a swallow I chirp;I moan like a dove.My eyes grow weary looking heavenward:Lord, I am overwhelmed; go security for me!
15 What am I to say or tell him?He is the one who has done it!All my sleep has fled,because of the bitterness of my soul.
16 Those live whom the Lord protects;yours is the life of my spirit.You have given me health and restored my life!
17 Peace in place of bitterness!You have preserved my lifefrom the pit of destruction;Behind your backyou cast all my sins.
18 For it is not Sheol that gives you thanks,nor death that praises you;Neither do those who go down into the pitawait your kindness.
19 The living, the living give you thanks,as I do today.Parents declare to their children,O God, your faithfulness.