^{14 Ref} As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.

^{15 Ref} -- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.

^{16 Ref} Lord, by these do `men' live, And by all in them `is' the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live,

^{17 Ref} Lo, to peace He changed for me bitterness, And Thou hast delighted in my soul without corruption, For Thou hast cast behind Thy back all my sins.

^{18 Ref} For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.

^{19 Ref} The living, the living, he doth confess Thee.