Isaiah

⁹The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and was recovered of his sickness. ¹⁰I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years. ¹¹I said, I shall not see the Lord, even the Lord in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world. ¹²Mine age is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up like a weaver my life; he will cut me off from the loom: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me. ¹³I quieted myself until morning; as a lion, so he breaketh all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me. ¹⁴Like a swallow or a crane, so did I chatter; I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward; O Lord, I am oppressed, be thou my surety. ¹⁵What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.