ECB(i)
14 As a horse or a swallow, thus I chirp: I coo as a dove: my eyes languish on high: O Yah Veh, I am oppressed; be my pledge.
15 What word I? He says to me and he works: I walk gently all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
16 Adonay, by these is life, and in all these is the life of my spirit: thus you fatten me and enliven me.
17 Behold, for shalom I was bitterly embittered: and you attached to my soul from the pit of ruin: for you cast all my sins behind your back.
18 For neither sheol spreads hands to you, nor death halals you: they who descend into the well expect not your truth.
19 The living - the living, he spreads hands to you, as I this day: the father makes known your truth to the sons.