Hence, I reflected internally, as he expressed, that during this season of glory, or precisely when my days were at their peak, I would find myself at the gates of Sheol, abandoning the remaining years of my life. He then recounted the sentiments typically voiced in the grip of fear by those confronting illness and perceiving death nearby. These expressions include: "To this I will not see the salvation of God; to this I will not see a man of my kin; I have forsaken the rest of my life, depart from me." He likened himself to a tent that is being dismantled, or like the camp of a woman laboring in her household, actively working or weaving, nearing the completion of her cloth. He further described how, throughout both night and day, he felt as if he were betrayed to a lion that was crushing his bones. Who is this lion? Perhaps it is a severe illness, or death itself, resembling a beast and threatening to pounce, or the terror that awakens within the soul upon anticipating death. For fear and despair weigh heavily on the spirit, sapping it of all its strength.