8See, I will make the shade which has gone down on the steps of Ahaz with the sun, go back ten steps. So the shade went back the ten steps by which it had gone down.
9The writing of Hezekiah, king of Judah, after he had been ill, and had got better from his disease.
10I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.
11I said, I will not see the Lord, even the Lord in the land of the living: I will not see man again or those living in the world.
12My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
13I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
14I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.
