38:9 This is the prayer of King Hezekiah of Judah when he was sick and then recovered from his illness:
38:10 “I thought,
‘In the middle of my life
I am deprived
38:11 “I thought,
‘I will no longer see the Lord
I will no longer look on humankind with the inhabitants of the world.
38:12 My dwelling place
like a shepherd’s tent.
I rolled up my life like a weaver rolls cloth;
from the loom he cuts me off.
You turn day into night and end my life.
38:13 I cry out
like a lion he shatters all my bones;
you turn day into night and end my life.
38:14 Like a swallow or a thrush I chirp,
I coo
my eyes grow tired from looking up to the sky.
O sovereign master,
help me!