¹⁴ I cried like a swift or thrush,
    I moaned like a mourning dove.^(A)
My eyes grew weak^(B) as I looked to the heavens.
    I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”^(C)

¹⁵ But what can I say?^(D)
    He has spoken to me, and he himself has done this.^(E)
I will walk humbly^(F) all my years
    because of this anguish of my soul.^(G)
16 Lord, by such things people live;
    and my spirit finds life in them too.
You restored me to health
    and let me live.^(H)