Isa 38:9-22

The song of Hezekiah, king of Judah, after he had been sick and had recovered from his illness:

In the noontime of life I said,

I must depart!

To the gates of Sheol I have been consigned

for the rest of my years.

I said, I shall see the LORD no more

in the land of the living.

Nor look on any mortals

among those who dwell in the world.

My dwelling, like a shepherd’s tent,

is struck down and borne away from me;

You have folded up my life, like a weaver

who severs me from the last thread.

From morning to night you make an end of me;

I cry out even until the dawn.

Like a lion he breaks all my bones;

from morning to night you mak