New International Version
9 A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah after his illness and recovery:
10 I said, “In the prime of my life(A)
must I go through the gates of death(B)
and be robbed of the rest of my years?(C)”
11 I said, “I will not again see the Lord himself(D)
in the land of the living;(E)
no longer will I look on my fellow man,
or be with those who now dwell in this world.
12 Like a shepherd’s tent(F) my house
has been pulled down(G) and taken from me.
Like a weaver I have rolled(H) up my life,
and he has cut me off from the loom;(I)
day and night(J) you made an end of me.
13 I waited patiently(K) till dawn,
but like a lion he broke(L) all my bones;(M)
day and night(N) you made an end of me.
14 I cried like a swift or thrush,
I moaned like a mourning dove.(O)
My eyes grew weak(P) as I looked to the heavens.
I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”(Q)