¹⁰ `I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.

⁹ but we ourselves in ourselves the sentence of the death have had, that we may not be trusting on ourselves, but on God, who is raising the dead,

²⁴ I say, `My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations `are' Thine years.

¹¹ What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?

⁷ Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.

¹¹ My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!

¹² Night for day they appoint, Light `is' near because of darkness.

¹³ If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.

¹⁴ To corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm.

¹⁵ And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

¹⁶ `To' the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.

¹⁸ All food doth their soul abominate, And they come nigh unto the gates of death,

¹ In those days hath Hezekiah been sick unto death, and come in unto him doth Isaiah son of Amoz, the prophet, and saith unto him, `Thus said Jehovah: Give a charge to thy house, for thou `art' dying, and dost not live.'