14. Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
15. What shall I say? he has both spoken unto me, and he himself has 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 will you restore me, and make me to live.
17. Behold, for my peace I had great bitterness: but you have in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption: for you have cast all my sins behind your back.
18. For the grave cannot praise you, death can not celebrate you: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for your truth.
19. The living, the living, he shall praise you, as I do this day: the father to the children shall make known your truth.