1In those days Hezekiah became sick and was at the point of death. And Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came to him, and said to him, "Thus says Yahweh: Set your house in order; for you shall die, you shall not recover." 2Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall, and prayed to Yahweh, 3and said, "Remember now, O Yahweh, I beseech you, how I have walked before you in faithfulness and with a whole heart, and have done what is good in your sight." And Hezekiah wept bitterly. 4Then the word of Yahweh came to Isaiah: 5"Go and say to Hezekiah, Thus says Yahweh, the God of David your father: I have heard your prayer, I have seen your tears; behold, I will add fifteen years to your life. 6I will deliver you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria, and defend this city.
7"This is the sign to you from Yahweh, that Yahweh will do this thing that he has promised: 8Behold, I will make the shadow cast by the declining sun on the dial of Ahaz turn back ten steps." So the sun turned back on the dial the ten steps by which it had declined.
9A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, after he had been sick and had recovered from his sickness: 10I said, In the noontide of my days
I must depart;
I am consigned to the gates of Sheol
for the rest of my years.
11I said, I shall not see Yahweh
in the land of the living;
I shall look upon man no more
among the inhabitants of the world.
12My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me
like a shepherd's tent;
like a weaver I have rolled up my life;
he cuts me off from the loom;
from day to night you bring me to an end;
13I cry for help until morning;
like a lion he breaks all my bones;
from day to night you bring me to an end.
14Like a swallow or a crane I clamor,
I moan like a dove.
My eyes are weary with looking upward.
O Yahweh, I am oppressed; be you my security!
15But what can I say? For he has spoken to me,
and he himself has done it.
All my sleep has fled
because of the bitterness of my soul.
16O Yahweh, by these things men live,
and in all these is the life of my spirit.
Oh, restore me to health and make me live!
17Lo, it was for my welfare that I had great bitterness;
but you have held back my life from the pit of destruction,
for you have cast all my sins behind your back.
18For Sheol cannot thank you,
death cannot praise you;
those who go down to the pit
cannot hope for your faithfulness.
19The living, the living, he thanks you,
as I do this day;
the father makes known to the children
20Yahweh will save me,
and we will sing to stringed instruments
all the days of our life,
at the house of Yahweh. 21Now Isaiah had said, "Let them take a cake of figs, and apply it to the boil, that he may recover." 22Hezekiah also had said, "What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of Yahweh?"
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