Verse 14
14. Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter Mournfully twittering. So Furst, decidedly, and Gesenius with wavering views.
I did mourn I sorrowed vocally as a dove does when it has lost its mate. The attempt here is to indicate the sounds made by him in his extreme pain of body and mind.
Mine eyes fail Because weak from constant looking upward for help. In his pain the poor man cried,
I am oppressed Overwhelmed.
Undertake for me Be surety for me. Hezekiah seems not to have surrendered all hope.
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