Isaiah

¹²Mine age is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up like a weaver my life; he will cut me off from the loom: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me. ¹³I quieted myself until morning; as a lion, so he breaketh all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me. ¹⁴Like a swallow or a crane, so did I chatter; I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward; O Lord, I am oppressed, be thou my surety. ¹⁵What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul. ¹⁶O Lord, by these things men live, and wholly therein is the life of my spirit: wherefore recover thou me, and make me to live. ¹⁷Behold, it was for my peace that 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. ¹⁸For the grave cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.