JuliaSmith(i)
9 The writing to Hezekiah king of Judah in his being sick, and he will live from his sickness:
10 I said in the quiet of my days, I shall go to the gates of hades: I was missed the remainder of my years.
11 I said, I shall not see Jah Jah, in the land of the living: I shall no more behold man with the inhabitants of the place of rest.
12 Mine age removed, and was carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I rolled together as a weaver my life: from the thread he will cut me off: from the day even to the night thou wilt finish me.
13 I set till the morning, as the lion thus will he break all my bones: from the day even to the night thou wilt finish me.
14 As the twittering swallow so shall I chirp: I shall murmur as the dove: mine eyes languished for height: O Jehovah, oppression is to me; be surety for me.
15 What shall I speak? and he said to me, and he did: I shall go slowly all my years upon the bitterness of my soul.
16 O Jehovah, upon these they shall live, and for all of these the life of my spirit: and thou wilt heal me and cause me to live.
17 Behold, for peace bitterness, to me bitterness: and thou didst cleave to my soul from the pit of destruction: and thou didst cast all my sin behind my back
18 For not hades shall praise thee, death celebrate: they going down to the pit shall not hope for thy truth.
19 The living; the living, he shall praise thee, as from me this day the father to the sons shall make known for thy truth.
20 Jehovah to save me; and striking my stringed instruments all the days of our life for the house of Jehovah.