TSK · Isaiah 38:14

O deliuer me, and loke out one to be my suretie in thy sight: what is he that knoweth who wyll promise for me?

I am weery of crying, my throte is drye: my syght fayleth me through the long attendaunce that I haue geuen vpon my Lorde.

Myne eyes haue faynted after thy worde: whylest I say, when wilt thou comfort me.

A song of high degrees. I lyft vp myne eyes vnto thee: who dwellest in heauen.

We roare all like beares, and mourne still like doues: we looke for equitie, but there is none: for health, but it is farre from vs.

But they that flee away from them shall escape, and shalbe in the mountaynes lyke the doues of the valleys, all they shall mourne, euery one for his iniquitie.

Yea many a day Niniue was as a ponde full of water, yet now they flee, Stand ye, stande ye, and no man loketh backe.