8 I am going to make the sun’s shadow that goes down on Ahaz’s stairway go back by 10 steps.” So the sun’s shadow went back the 10 steps it had descended.
9 A poem by Hezekiah king of Judah after he had been sick and had recovered from his illness:
10 I said: In the prime of my life I must go to the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years.
11 I said: I will never see the Lord,the Lord in the land of the living; I will not look on humanity any longerwith the inhabitants of what is passing away.
12 My dwelling is plucked up and removed from melike a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom. You make an end of me from day until night.
13 I thought until the morning:He will break all my bones like a lion;You make an end of me day and night.
14 I chirp like a swallow or a crane;I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak looking upward.Lord, I am oppressed; support me.