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 Yes, we ourselves have had the sentence of death within ourselves, that we should not trust in ourselves, but in God who raises the dead,

²⁴ I said, "My God, don't take me away in the midst of my days. Your years are throughout all generations.

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

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

¹¹ My days are past, my plans are broken off, As are the thoughts of my heart.

¹² They change the night into day, Saying 'The light is near' in the presence of 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, 'You are my father;' To the worm, 'My mother,' and 'my sister;'

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

¹⁶ Shall it go down with me to the gates of Sheol, Or descend together into the dust?"

¹⁸ Their soul abhors all kinds of food. They draw near to the gates of death.

¹ In those days was Hezekiah sick to death. Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came to him, and said to him, Thus says Yahweh, Set your house in order; for you shall die, and not live.