Hezekiah’s Song of Thanksgiving

9 [This is] a writing by Hezekiah king of Judah after his illness and recovery:

10 I said, “In the prime[fn] of my life

I must go through the gates of Sheol

[and] be deprived of the remainder of my years.”

11 I said, “I will never again see the LORD,

[even] the LORD, in the land of the living;

I will no longer look on mankind

with those who dwell in this world.

12 My dwelling has been picked up and removed from me

like a shepherd’s tent.

I have rolled up my life like a weaver;

He cuts me off from the loom;

from day until night You make an end of me.

13 I composed myself[fn] until the morning.

Like a lion He breaks all my bones;

from day until night You make an end of me.

14 I chirp like a swallow or crane;

I moan like a dove.

My eyes grow weak [as I look] upward.

O Lord, I am oppressed be my security.”

15 What can I say?

He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done this.

I will walk slowly all my years

because of the anguish of my soul.

16 O Lord, by [such things] men live,

and in all [of them] my spirit [finds] life.

You have restored me to health

and have let me live.

17 Surely for my own welfare

I had such great anguish;

but Your love has delivered me from the pit of oblivion,

for You have cast all my sins behind Your back.

18 For Sheol cannot thank You;

Death cannot praise You.

Those who descend to the Pit

cannot hope for Your faithfulness.

19 The living, only the living, can thank You,

as I do today;

fathers will tell their children

about Your faithfulness.

20 The LORD will save me;

we will play songs on stringed instruments

all the days of our lives

in the house of the LORD.

21 Now Isaiah had said, “Prepare a lump of pressed figs and apply it to the boil, and he will recover.”

22 And Hezekiah had asked, “What will be the sign that I will go up to the house of the LORD?”