13 I have considered until morning—Like a lion,So He breaks all my bones;From day until night You make an end of me.
14 Like a crane or a swallow, so I chattered;I mourned like a dove;My eyes fail from looking upward.O Lord, I am oppressed;Undertake for me!
15 “What shall I say?He has both spoken to me,And He Himself has done it.I shall walk carefully all my yearsIn 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 You will restore me and make me live.
17 Indeed it was for my own peaceThat I had great bitterness;But You have lovingly delivered my soul from the pit of corruption,For You have cast all my sins behind Your back.
18 For Sheol cannot thank You,Death cannot praise You;Those who go down to the pit cannot hope for Your truth.
19 The living, the living man, he shall praise You,As I do this day;The father shall make known Your truth to the children.