9 This is what Hezekiah wrote after he got well:
10 I thought I would dieduring my best yearsand stay as a prisoner foreverin the world of the dead.
11 I thought I would never againsee you, my Lord,or any of the peoplewho live on this earth.
12 My life was taken from melike the tent that a shepherdpulls up and moves.You cut me off like threadfrom a weaver's loom;you make a wreck of meday and night.
13 Until morning came, I thoughtyou would crush my bonesjust like a hungry lion;both night and dayyou make a wreck of me.
14 I cry like a swallow;I mourn like a dove.My eyes are redfrom looking to you, Lord.I am in terrible trouble.Please come and help me.
15 There's nothing I can sayin answer to you,since you are the onewho has done this to me.My life has turned sour;I will limp until I die.