I said, In the middle of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years.
Indeed, we felt that we had received the sentence of death. But that was to make us rely not on ourselves but on God who raises the dead.
“O my God,” I say, “take me not away in the midst of my days— you whose years endure throughout all generations!”
they loathed any kind of food, and they drew near to the gates of death.
“Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will never again see good.
In those days Hezekiah became sick and was at the point of death. And Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came to him, and said to him, “Thus says the Lord: Set your house in order, for you shall die, you shall not recover.”
My days are past; my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart. They make night into day: ‘The light,’ they say, ‘is near to the darkness.’ If I hope for Sheol as my house, if I make my bed in darkness, if I say to the pit, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’ where then is my hope? Who will see my hope?
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?
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