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14 Like a horse or a crane, so I chirp;
    I moan like a dove.
My eyes are weak toward the height.
    Lord, I have oppression; lend me support!
15 What can I say? For[a] he has spoken to me,
    and he himself has done it.
I will walk slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
16 Lord, they live by them, and the life of my spirit belongs to all among them.
And restore me to health and keep me alive!

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 38:15 Or “And”

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)

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