^{14 Ref} I 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.

^{15 Ref} What 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.

^{16 Ref} O 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.

^{17 Ref} See, 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.

^{18 Ref} For 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.

^{19 Ref} The 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.