Isaiah 38:10-14, 17

I said, “I am in the middle of my life. Do I have to go through the gates of death? Will I have the rest of my life taken away from me?” I said, “I will not see the LORD in the land of the living again. I will not again see the people who live on the earth. Like a shepherd’s tent, my home has been pulled down and taken from me. I am finished like the cloth a weaver rolls up and cuts from the loom. In one day you brought me to this end. All night I cried loudly. Like a lion, he crushed all my bones. In one day you brought me to this end. I cried like a bird and moaned like a dove. My eyes became tired as I looked to the heavens. Lord, I have troubles. Please help me.”

It was for my own good that I had such troubles. Because you love me very much, you did not let me die but threw my sins far away.