Isaiah 38:14-20

I could only chirp like a swallow or small bird; I could only moan like a dove. My eyes are weary from looking up into heaven. YAHWEH, I am so depressed. Come and be my strength. But what can I say? For he has spoken to me and told me that he is the one who has done this. I can’t sleep a wink because I’m overwhelmed with grief. Lord, it is because of your kindness that life is given. It is in you that my spirit lives. Now restore my health and give me life again! Truly, it was for my own good that I had this bitter experience. For you loved my soul out of the pit of oblivion. You cast all my sins behind your back. The grave and those buried there cannot praise you. Neither the realm of death nor those who enter it can give you thanks or hope for your faithfulness. It’s the living who thank you as I do today. One generation makes your faithfulness known to the next. YAHWEH is pleased to heal me and save me! We will sing to the music of stringed instruments every day of our lives in YAHWEH’s house.”