Isaiah 13-20 Delirious, I chattered like a swallow and mourned like a dove; my eyes grew weary of looking up for help. ‘O God, I cried, ‘I am in trouble- help me.’ ¹⁵ But what can I say? For He himself has sent this sickness. All my sleep has fled because of my soul’s bitterness.
16 O Lord, your discipline is good and leads to life and health. Oh, heal me and make me live! ¹⁷ “Yes, now I see it all- it was good for me to undergo this bitterness, for you have lovingly delivered me from death; you have forgiven all my sins.
18 For dead men cannot praise You. They cannot be filled with hope and joy. ¹⁹ The living, only the living, can praise You as I do today. One generation makes known your faithfulness to the next.
20 Think of it! The Lord healed me! Every day of my life from now on I will sing my songs of praise in the Temple, accompanied by orchestra.” TLBV
Amen!