Isaiah 38:14-19

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.

17Indeed, it was for my own well-being that I had such intense bitterness; but your love has delivered me from the Pit of destruction, for you have thrown all my sins behind your back.

18For Sheol cannot thank you; Death cannot praise you. Those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for your faithfulness.

19The living, only the living can thank you, as I do today; a father will make your faithfulness known to children.