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I cried like a swift or thrush, I moaned like a mourning dove. My eyes grew weak as I looked to the heavens. I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”
14
Delirious, I chattered like a swallow or a crane, and then I moaned like a mourning dove. My eyes grew tired of looking to heaven for help. I am in trouble, Lord. Help me!”
14
I chirp like a swallow [or] a crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed; support me.
Isaiah 38:14 In-Context
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Like a shepherd’s tent my house has been pulled down and taken from me. Like a weaver I have rolled up my life, and he has cut me off from the loom; day and night you made an end of me.
13
I waited patiently till dawn, but like a lion he broke all my bones; day and night you made an end of me.
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I cried like a swift or thrush, I moaned like a mourning dove. My eyes grew weak as I looked to the heavens. I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”
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But what can I say? He has spoken to me, and he himself has done this. I will walk humbly all my years because of this anguish of my soul.
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Lord, by such things people live; and my spirit finds life in them too. You restored me to health and let me live.