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Isaiah 38:10 - Tree of Life Version

I said: “In the prime of my life, I am to enter the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the rest of my years.”

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

I said, In the noontide and tranquillity of my days I must depart; I am to pass through the gates of Sheol (the place of the dead), deprived of the remainder of my years.

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American Standard Version (1901)

I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.

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Common English Bible

I thought, I must depart in the prime of my life; I have been relegated to the gates of the underworld for the rest of my life.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

"I said: In the middle of my days, I will go to the gates of Hell. So I sought the remainder of my years.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

I said: In the midst of my days I shall go to the gates of hell. I sought for the residue of my years.

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Isaiah 38:10
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“What is my strength, that I should hope? What is my end, that I should endure?


Remember, my life is but a breath; my eyes will not see goodness again!


He brought down my strength in midcourse. He shortened my days.


I say, “My God, do not take me up in the middle of my days. Your years endure through all generations!


Their soul abhorred all food, and they drew near the gates of death.


I said in my alarm, “I have been cut off from Your sight!” But You heard the sound of my pleas when I cried out to You.


Whatever your hand finds to do, do with all your strength, for there is no work or planning or knowledge or wisdom in Sheol, where you are going.


In those days Hezekiah became mortally ill. So Isaiah the prophet son of Amoz came to him and said to him, “Thus says Adonai: Put your house in order. For you are dying, and will not live.”


A writing of King Hezekiah of Judah, after his illness, when he recovered from his illness:


Waters surrounded me up to my soul. The deep sea engulfed me— reeds clung to my head.


In fact, we had within ourselves the death sentence—so that we might not rely on ourselves, but on God who raises the dead.