Isaiah 38:14-16

The Voice

¹⁴     Oh, how I argue and mourn for my passing life!
        Like a swallow or a crane I twitter;
        like a lonesome dove I moan.
    My eyes become bleary from looking up to the heavens for help.
        I cry, “O Lord, way up high, I am oppressed; come and help me!”
¹⁵     But what can I say? God has spoken to me.
        Things are as He made them.
    So I am determined to go slowly, make the most of my years,
        even though I am bitter to the core.
¹⁶     But I so wanted to live! So I prayed, “Lord, by these things, people live
        and my spirit is grounded in the same.
    So heal me, let me live!”