1In those days Hezeki'ah 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 the LORD: Set your house in order; for you shall die, you shall not recover." 2Then Hezeki'ah turned his face to the wall, and prayed to the LORD, 3and said, "Remember now, O LORD, I beseech thee, how I have walked before thee in faithfulness and with a whole heart, and have done what is good in thy sight." And Hezeki'ah wept bitterly. 4Then the word of the LORD came to Isaiah: 5"Go and say to Hezeki'ah, Thus says the LORD, 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 the LORD, that the LORD 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 Hezeki'ah 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 the LORD
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 thou dost bring me to an end;
13I cry for help until morning;
like a lion he breaks all my bones;
from day to night thou dost 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 Lord, I am oppressed; be thou 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 Lord, 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 thou hast held back my life from the pit of destruction,
for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
18For Sheol cannot thank thee,
death cannot praise thee;
those who go down to the pit
cannot hope for thy faithfulness.
19The living, the living, he thanks thee,
as I do this day;
the father makes known to the children
20The LORD will save me,
and we will sing to stringed instruments
all the days of our life,
at the house of the LORD. 21Now Isaiah had said, "Let them take a cake of figs, and apply it to the boil, that he may recover." 22Hezeki'ah also had said, "What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of the Lord?"
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