14 I cried like a swift or thrush,I moaned like a mourning dove.My eyes grew weak as I looked to the heavens.I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!’
15 But what can I say?He has spoken to me, and he himself has done this.I will walk humbly all my yearsbecause of this anguish of my soul.
16 Lord, by such things people live;and my spirit finds life in them too.You restored me to healthand let me live.
17 Surely it was for my benefitthat I suffered such anguish.In your love you kept mefrom the pit of destruction;you have put all my sinsbehind your back.
18 For the grave cannot praise you,death cannot sing your praise;those who go down to the pitcannot hope for your faithfulness.
19 The living, the living – they praise you,as I am doing today;parents tell their childrenabout your faithfulness.
20 The Lord will save me,and we will sing with stringed instrumentsall the days of our livesin the temple of the Lord.