Isaiah 38:13-16

13I thought until the morning: He will break all my bones like a lion. By nightfall you make an end of me.

14I chirp like a swallow or a crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed; support me.

15What can I say? He has spoken to me, and he himself has done it. I walk along slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.

16Lord, by such things people live, and in every one of them my spirit finds life; you have restored me to health and let me live.