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This is the writing of Hezekiah king of Judah after his illness and recovery:

10 I said: In the middle of my days,
    I shall go to the gates of Sheol;
    I am to be deprived of the rest of my years.
11 I said, I shall not see the Lord,
    even the Lord, in the land of the living;
I shall see man no more
    with the inhabitants of the world.
12 My dwelling is pulled up
    and removed from me as a shepherd’s tent;
I rolled up my life like a weaver.
    He cuts me off from the loom;
    from day even to night You make an end of me.
13 I composed my soul until morning,
    like a lion, so He breaks all my bones;
    from day even to night You make an end of me.
14 Like a crane or a swallow, so I twitter;
    I mourn as a dove;
my eyes look wistfully upward.
    O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

15 What shall I say?
    For He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it.
I shall wander about all my years
    in the bitterness of my soul.
16 O Lord, by these things men live,
    and in all these things is the life of my spirit;
O restore me to health
    and make me live!
17 Surely it was for my own peace
    that I had great bitterness;
but You have kept my soul
    from the pit of corruption,
for You have cast all my sins
    behind Your back.
18 For Sheol cannot thank You,
    death cannot praise You;
those who go down into the pit
    cannot hope for Your faithfulness.
19 It is the living who give thanks to You,
    as I do this day;
a father explains to his sons
    about Your faithfulness.

20 The Lord shall surely save me;
    therefore, we will sing my songs to the stringed instruments
all the days of our lives
    in the house of the Lord.

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