13 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.
14 Like a crane or 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.
15 What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath healed me. I shall go softly all my years, that I may not walk in the bitterness of my soul.
16 Oh Lord, thou who art the life of my spirit, in whom I live; so wilt thou recover me, and make me to live; and in all these things I will praise thee.
17 Behold, I had great bitterness instead of peace, but thou hast in love to my soul, saved me from the pit of corruption, for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
18 For the grave cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee; they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.
19 The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day; the father to the children shall make known thy truth.
20 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.
21 For Isaiah had said, Let them take a lump of figs, and lay it for a plaster upon the boil, and he shall recover.
22 Hezekiah also had said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of the Lord?
Isaiah 39 Intro: Isaiah foretelleth the Babylonian captivity.
