After a hard diagnosis
Prayer of Hezekiah
When he was told he would dieRemember, LORD, I beg You,how I have walked before You faithfullyand with my whole heart,and have done what is good in Your sight.
His song after he recoveredI said, “In the prime of my lifeI must go through the gates of the grave.I am robbed of the rest of my years.”I said, “I will not see the LORD,the LORD in the land of the living.I will look on no one againamong those who live in the world.”
Like a swift or a crane I cried out;I moaned like a dove.My eyes grew weak from looking upward.Lord, I am oppressed; come to my aid!
Indeed, it was for my own goodthat I had such bitterness.In Your love You kept my soulfrom the pit of destruction,for You have cast all my sins behind Your back.
The grave cannot thank You;death cannot praise You.Those who go down to the pitcannot hope for Your faithfulness.The living, the living, they thank You,as I do today.A father tells his children of Your faithfulness.
The LORD will save me,and we will play my songs on stringed instrumentsall the days of our lifein the house of the LORD.
Traditional wording, 1611
Remember now, O LORD, I beseech Thee,how I have walked before Thee in truth and with a perfect heart,and have done that which is good in Thy sight.
I said in the cutting off of my days,I shall go to the gates of the grave:I am deprived of the residue of my years.I said, I shall not see the LORD, even the LORD,in the land of the living:I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter:I did mourn as a dove:mine eyes fail with looking upward:O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
Behold, for peace I had great bitterness:but Thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption:for Thou hast cast all my sins behind Thy back.
For the grave cannot praise Thee, death can not celebrate Thee:they that go down into the pit cannot hope for Thy truth.The living, the living, he shall praise Thee, as I do this day:the father to the children shall make known Thy truth.
The LORD was ready to save me:therefore we will sing my songs to the stringed instrumentsall the days of our life in the house of the LORD.
King Hezekiah was told his illness would kill him. He turned his face to the wall and prayed with tears, and God gave him 15 more years. The song he wrote after he recovered remembers the fear and ends in thanks.
Plain English by Wiser Walk, from the Hebrew (Isaiah 38:3, then verses 10, 11, 14 and 17 to 20 of the song), with the King James Version beside it. How the wording is made. Traditional wording: The King James translators, The King James Version, 1611.