9 The song of Hezekiah, king of Judah, after he had been sick and had recovered from his illness:
10 In the noontime of life I said,I must depart!To the gates of Sheol I have been consignedfor the rest of my years.
11 I said, I shall see the Lord no morein the land of the living.Nor look on any mortalsamong those who dwell in the world.
12 My dwelling, like a shepherd’s tent,is struck down and borne away from me;You have folded up my life, like a weaverwho severs me from the last thread. From morning to night you make an end of me;
13 I cry out even until the dawn.Like a lion he breaks all my bones;from morning to night you make an end of me.
14 Like a swallow I chirp;I moan like a dove.My eyes grow weary looking heavenward:Lord, I am overwhelmed; go security for me!
15 What am I to say or tell him?He is the one who has done it!All my sleep has fled,because of the bitterness of my soul.