9 After Hezekiah recovered from his illness, he wrote this song of praise:
10 I thought that in the prime of lifeI was going to the world of the dead,Never to live out my life.
11 I thought that in this world of the livingI would never again see the LordOr any living person.
12 My life was cut off and ended,Like a tent that is taken down,Like cloth that is cut from a loom.I thought that God was ending my life.
13 All night I cried out with pain,As if a lion were breaking my bones.I thought that God was ending my life.
14 My voice was thin and weak,And I moaned like a dove.My eyes grew tired from looking to heaven.Lord, rescue me from all this trouble.
15 What can I say? The Lord has done this.My heart is bitter, and I cannot sleep.