Catholic Public Domain Version
"What can I say, or what would he answer me, since he himself has done this? I will acknowledge to you all my years, in the bitterness of my soul. "
— Isaiah 38:15, Catholic Public Domain 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 longevity has been taken away; it has been folded up and taken from me, like the tent of a shepherd. My life has been cut off, as if by a weaver. While I was still beginning, he cut me off. From morning until evening, you have marked out my limits.
I hoped, even until morning. Like a lion, so has he crushed all my bones. From morning until evening, you have marked my limits.
I will cry out, like a young swallow. I will meditate, like a dove. My eyes have been weakened by gazing upward. O Lord, I suffer violence! Answer in my favor.
What can I say, or what would he answer me, since he himself has done this? I will acknowledge to you all my years, in the bitterness of my soul.
O Lord, if such is life, and if the life of my spirit is of such a kind, may you correct me and may you cause me to live.
Behold, in peace my bitterness is most bitter. But you have rescued my soul, so that it would not perish. You have cast all my sins behind your back.
For Hell will not confess to you, and death will not praise you. Those who descend into the pit will not hope for your truth.