Isaiah 38:14-19

14Like a swallow or a thrush I chirp, I coo like a dove; my eyes grow tired from looking up to the sky. O sovereign master, I am oppressed; help me!

15What can I say? He has decreed and acted. I will walk slowly all my years because I am overcome with grief.

16O sovereign master, your decrees can give men life; may years of life be restored to me. Restore my health and preserve my life.’

17“Look, the grief I experienced was for my benefit. You delivered me from the pit of oblivion. For you removed all my sins from your sight.

18Indeed Sheol does not give you thanks; death does not praise you. Those who descend into the pit do not anticipate your faithfulness.

19The living person, the living person, he gives you thanks, as I do today. A father tells his sons about your faithfulness.