A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah after his illness and recovery:
I said, "In the prime of my life1 must I go through the gates of deatha2 and be robbed of the rest of my years?3"
I said, "I will not again see the LORD, the LORD,4 in the land of the living;5 no longer will I look on mankind, or be with those who now dwell in this world.b12
Like a shepherd's tent6 my house has been pulled down7 and taken from me. Like a weaver I have rolled8 up my life, and he has cut me off from the loom;9 day and night10 you made an end of me.
I waited patiently11 till dawn, but like a lion he broke12 all my bones;13 day and night14 you made an end of me.
I cried like a swift or thrush, I moaned like a mourning dove.15 My eyes grew weak16 as I looked to the heavens. I am troubled; O Lord, come to my aid!"1715
But what can I say?18 He has spoken to me, and he himself has done this.19 I will walk humbly20 all my years because of this anguish of my soul.2116
Lord, by such things men live; and my spirit finds life in them too. You restored me to health and let me live.2217
Surely it was for my benefit23 that I suffered such anguish.24 In your love you kept me from the pit25 of destruction; you have put all my sins26 behind your back.2718
For the gravec28 cannot praise you, death cannot sing your praise;29 those who go down to the pit30 cannot hope for your faithfulness.
The living, the living--they praise31 you, as I am doing today; fathers tell their children32 about your faithfulness.
The LORD will save me, and we will sing33 with stringed instruments34 all the days of our lives35 in the temple36 of the LORD.
Isaiah had said, "Prepare a poultice of figs and apply it to the boil, and he will recover."
Hezekiah had asked, "What will be the sign37 that I will go up to the temple of the LORD?"