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.
15What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.
