In Context

13 I kept still until the morning; ... as a lion, so doth he break all my bones. From day to night thou wilt make an end of me.

14 Like a swallow or a crane, so did I chatter; I mourned as a dove; mine eyes failed with looking upward: Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

15 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.

16 Lord, by these things men live, and in all these things is the life of my spirit; and thou hast recovered me, and made me to live.

17 Behold, instead of peace I had bitterness upon bitterness; but thou hast in love delivered my soul from the pit of destruction; for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.

18 For not Sheol shall praise thee, nor death celebrate thee; they that go down into the pit do not hope for thy truth.

Isaiah 38:16 in Other Translations