Isaiah 38:14-19 As a twittering swallow, so, do I chatter, I coo as a dove,––Mine eyes languish, through looking on high, O My Lord! distress is upon me–

Rotherham⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹⁴ As a twittering swallow, so, do I chatter, I coo as a dove,––Mine eyes languish, through looking on high, O My Lord! distress is upon me––my Surety! ¹⁵ What can I say? Since he hath promised for me, Himself, will perform. I will go softly, all my years, Because of the bitterness of my soul. ¹⁶ O My Lord! on those things do men live,––And, altogether in them, is the life of my spirit, When thou hast strengthened me, and made me live. ¹⁷ Lo! for well–being, I had bitterness––bitterness,––But, thou, cleaving unto my soul, hast raised me from the pit of corruption, For thou hast cast, behind thy back, all my sins. ¹⁸ For, hades, cannot praise thee, Nor, death, celebrate thee,––They who go down to the pit cannot wait for thy faithfulness. ¹⁹ The living, the living, he, can praise thee, As I, do this day,––A father, to his children, can make known thy faithfulness.