¹³     I stay calm until morning arrives,
        then like a lion He breaks all my bones.
        From day to night You bring my life to an end.
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.