14I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.
15What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.
16O Lord, for this cause I am waiting for you, give rest to my spirit: make me well again, and let me come back to life.
17See, in place of peace my soul had bitter sorrow. but you have kept back my soul from the underworld; for you have put all my sins out of your memory.
18For the underworld is not able to give you praise, death gives you no honour: for those who go down into the underworld there is no hope in your mercy.
19The living, the living man, he will give you praise, as I do this day: the father will give the story of your mercy to his children.
20O Lord, quickly be my saviour; so we will make my songs to corded instruments all the days of our lives in the house of the Lord.
