23:038:012 Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
23:038:013 I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
23:038:014 Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a
dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am
oppressed; undertake for me.
23:038:015 What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself
hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness
of my soul.
23:038:016 O LORD, by these things men live, and in all these things is
the life of my spirit: so wilt thou recover me, and make me to
live.
23:038:017 Behold, for peace I had great bitterness: but thou hast in
love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption: for
thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
23:038:018 For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate
thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy
truth.
23:038:019 The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: the father to the children shall make known thy truth.
23:038:020 The LORD was ready to save me: therefore we will sing my songs to the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of the LORD.
23:038:021 For Isaiah had said, Let them take a lump of figs, and lay it
for a plaister upon the boil, and he shall recover.