14. Like a crane or a swallow, so did I complain; I mourned as a dove; I raised my eyes upward, O Lord, I am suffering violence; comfort me.
15. What shall I say? He has both spoken unto me, and he himself has done it; I shall walk softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
16. O Lord, even unto all those that shall live, in these fifteen years I shall proclaim the life of my spirit in them and how thou caused me to sleep, and afterwards hast given me life.
17. Behold, for peace I had great bitterness; but it has pleased thee to deliver my life from the pit of corruption, for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
18. For the grave shall not confess thee, nor shall death praise thee; nor shall those that go down into the pit wait for thy truth.