9 The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and was recovered of his sickness;
10 I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave; I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11 I 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.
12 Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent; I have cut off like a weaver my life; he will cut me off with pining sickness; from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
13 I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones; from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
14 Like a crane or swallow, so did I chatter; I did mourn as a dove; mine eyes fail with looking upward; O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
15 What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath healed me. I shall go softly all my years, that I may not walk in the bitterness of my soul.
16 Oh Lord, thou who art the life of my spirit, in whom I live; so wilt thou recover me, and make me to live; and in all these things I will praise thee.
17 Behold, I had great bitterness instead of peace, but thou hast in love to my soul, saved me from the pit of corruption, for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
18 For the grave cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee; they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.
19 The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day; the father to the children shall make known thy truth.
