Isaiah 38:13,14

I reckoned till morning, &c. When night came I reckoned I should die before the next morning, my pains being as great as if my bones had been broken, and the whole frame of my body crushed by a lion. Bishop Lowth reads: I roared until the morning like the lion; so did he break to pieces all my bones. Like a crane or a swallow, &c. “My pains were sometimes so violent that they forced me to cry aloud; at other times my strength was so exhausted that I could only groan inwardly, and bemoan my unhappy condition in sighs.” I did mourn as a dove Whose mournful tone is observed Isaiah 59:11, and elsewhere; mine eyes fail with looking upward While I lift up my eyes and heart to God for relief in vain; O Lord, I am oppressed Namely, by my disease, which, like a sergeant, hath seized upon me, and is haling me to the prison of the grave; undertake for me Stop the execution, and rescue me out of his hands.