¹⁰ I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.

⁹ yea, we ourselves have had the sentence of death within ourselves, that we should not trust in ourselves, but in God who raiseth the dead:

²⁴ I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: Thy years are throughout all generations.

¹¹ What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?

⁷ Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.

¹¹ My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.

¹² They change the night into day: The light, `say they', is near unto the darkness.

¹³ If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;

¹⁴ If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, `Thou art' my mother, and my sister;

¹⁵ Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?

¹⁶ It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, When once there is rest in the dust.

¹⁸ Their soul abhorreth all manner of food; And they draw near unto the gates of death.

¹ In those days was Hezekiah sick unto death. And Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came to him, and said unto him, Thus saith Jehovah, Set thy house in order; for thou shalt die, and not live.