10 I Said, in cutting off my days,
Go to the gates of graves shall I.
And of the remnant of my years
I am deprived utterly.
11 I said, the Lord I shall not see,
The Lord in land of life behold;
And men no more behold shall I
With them who dwell within the world.
12 Mine age away from me is put,
And moved as a ahepherd's tent.
I, weaver like, my life off cut;
With pining sickness he me spent.
From day, ev'n unto night until
Thou quite an end of me wilt make,
i3 I count from morning that he will
My bones all as a lion break.
From day to night thou wilt me waste.
14 Like crane or swallow chatter I,
Dove like I mourn, mine eyes up cast
Do fail, Lord, help, opprest am I.
15 What shall I say? to me he hath
Both spoken and himself done this:
I all my life with softly path,
Shall walk in my soul's bitterness.
16 Lord by these things men live, and thou
By these my spirits life dost give;
Thou wilt recover me also,
And thou wilt make me for to live.
17 Lo I for peace great grief did find,
But freed my soul in love thou hast
From pit's corruption: for behind
Thy back thou all my sins didst cast.
18 For graves thy praise cannot make known,
Nor yet can death thee celebrate!
Such as into the pit go down,
They for thy truth no more can wait.
19 The living he, the living will
Thee praise, as I this day have done:
The father to the children still
Shall thy great faithfulness make known.
20 Ready to save me was the Lord:
Therefore we will my songs of praise
Sing in his house with one accord
Throughout our life, ev'n all the days.
|First Line:||I said, in cutting off my days|
|Title:||The Song of Hezekiah, after his Recovery from Sickness|