American King James Version
"What shall I say? he has both spoken to me, and himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul. "
— Isaiah 38:15, American King James Version
“What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.”
“What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul. ”
“What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.”
“What can I say? He has decreed and acted. I will walk slowly all my years because I am overcome with grief.”
“What shall I say, or what shall he answer for me, whereas he himself hath done it? I will recount to thee all my years in the bitterness of my soul.”
“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.”
“What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.”
My age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd’s tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night will you make an end of me.
I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night will you make an end of me.
Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
What shall I say? he has both spoken to me, and himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
O LORD, by these things men live, and in all these things is the life of my spirit: so will you recover me, and make me to live.
Behold, for peace I had great bitterness: but you have in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption: for you have cast all my sins behind your back.
For the grave cannot praise you, death can not celebrate you: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for your truth.