I thought that in the prime of life I was going to the world of the dead, Never to live out my life.
I thought that in this world of the living I would never again see the Lord Or any living person.
My life was cut off and ended, Like a tent that is taken down, Like cloth that is cut from a loom. I thought that God was ending my life. a13
All night I cried out with pain, As if a lion were breaking my bones. I thought that God was ending my life. b14
My voice was thin and weak, And I moaned like a dove. My eyes grew tired from looking to heaven. Lord, rescue me from all this trouble.
What can I say? The Lord has done this. My heart is bitter, and I cannot sleep. c16
Lord, I will live for you, for you alone; Heal me and let me live. d17
My bitterness will turn into peace. You save e my life from all danger; You forgive all my sins.
No one in the world of the dead can praise you; 1 The dead cannot trust in your faithfulness.
It is the living who praise you, As I praise you now. Parents tell their children how faithful you are.
Lord, you have healed me. We will play harps and sing your praise, Sing praise in your Temple as long as we live. f