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Isaiah 38:14

PrayerExhaustionGrief

12 My dwelling has been picked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom; from day until night You make an end of me.

13 I composed myself until the morning. Like a lion He breaks all my bones; from day until night You make an end of me.

I chirp like a swallow or crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak as I look upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my security.”

15 What can I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done this. I will walk slowly all my years because of the anguish of my soul.

16 O Lord, by such things men live, and in all of them my spirit finds life. You have restored me to health and have let me live.

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BSB
I chirp like a swallow or crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak as I look upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my security.”
KJV
Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
WEB
I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.”
ASV
Like a swallow [or] a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan as a dove; mine eyes fail [with looking] upward: O Lord, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.
DARBY
Like a swallow [or] a crane, so did I chatter; I mourned as a dove; mine eyes failed [with looking] upward: Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
BLB
Like a swallow or crane, so I chirp; I moan like a dove; my eyes are worn out from up high. O Lord, oppression [is] unto me; be my security!”
ÅB
Som en svale, som en trane, slik klynket jeg, jeg kurret som en due; matte så mine øyne mot det høye: Herre! Jeg er redd, gå i borgen for meg!
OTB
Jeg kvitret som en svale eller en trane, jeg stønnet som en due. Mine øyne ble svake mens jeg så opp mot himmelen. Jeg er undertrykt, Herre, vær min støtte!”
B1930
Som en svale, som en trane, således klynket jeg, jeg kurret som en due; matte så mine øine mot det høie: Herre! Jeg er redd, gå i borgen for mig!

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