Isaiah 38:13-15

New Catholic Bible

¹³     I cry out for help until the dawn.
All my bones are crushed, as if by a lion;
    day and night I suffer in torment.
¹⁴ “Like a swallow I twitter;
    I moan like a dove.
My eyes have grown dim looking up to heaven;
    O Lord, come to my aid in my suffering.
¹⁵ Yet how can I complain? What should I say?
    He himself has done this.
I will wander aimlessly for the rest of my years
    because of the bitterness of my soul.