Isaiah 38:12

The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and had recovered of his sickness:

I said, “In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol.

I am deprived of the residue of my years.”

I said, “I won’t see the LORD,

the LORD in the land of the living.

I will see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.

I waited patiently until morning.

He breaks all my bones like a lion.

From day even to night you will make an end of me.

I chattered like a swallow or a crane.

I moaned like a dove.

My eyes weaken looking upward.

Lord, I am oppressed.

Be my security.”

What will I say?

He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it.

I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.