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Version 0.33.105, 15 February 2024

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Isaiah Chapter 38

1In those days Hezekiah became mortally ill, and Isaiah the son of Amoz, the prophet, came to him and said to him, “This is what the Lord says: ‘Give your last orders to your household, for you are going to die, and you will not live.’ ” 2Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord, 3and he said, “I implore you, O Lord, do remember how I have walked before you in truth, and with a sincere heart, and how I have done what is right in your sight.” And Hezekiah wept with great weeping. 4And the word of the Lord came to Isaiah as follows: 5“Go and say to Hezekiah, ‘This is what the Lord God of David your father says: «I have heard your prayer; I have seen your tears. I am about to add fifteen years to your days. 6I will deliver you and this city from the grip of the king of Assyria, and I will defend this city. 7And this is your sign from the Lord, for the Lord will perform this pronouncement which he spoke: 8I am about to make the shadow of the sundial go back, the shadow which was cast by Ahaz's sundial in the sun – ten degrees backwards.» ’ ” And the sun went back ten degrees on the sundial by which it was cast. 9The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah when he was ill and recovered from his sickness: 10I said,

“In the quiet period of my life,

I was to go to the gates of the grave;

I was to be left without the rest of my years.”

11I said, “I shall not see the Lord,

The Lord in the land of the living.

I shall no longer see a man

Among the inhabitants of the transitory world.

12My span of life has been torn away,

And it has been carried away from me

Like a shepherd's tent.

I have severed off my life;

Like a weaver cutting yarn,

He will cut me off.

From day to night

You were to bring me to an end.

13I waited expectantly until the morning.

As a lion tears apart,

So he would break all my bones,

And from day to night I waited

For you to make an end of me.

14Like a swallow or a crane,

So I chirped;

I cooed like a dove.

My eyes are weak with looking upward.

O Lord*, I am oppressed;

Become my security.

15What shall I say,

In that he has spoken to me,

And he has acted?

I will proceed softly for all my years

On account of inward grief.

16O Lord*, by these things men live,

And in all of them is my spiritual life,

And you are restoring me to health

And reviving me.

17But it was for peace

That I had great bitterness,

But you were pleased to deliver my being

From the pit of destruction,

For you have cast all my sins behind your back.

18For the grave does not praise you,

Nor does death laud you.

Those who go down to the pit

Do not await your truth.

19It is the living, the living who praise you,

As I do today.

A father will make your truth known

To his sons.

20The Lord was there to save me,

And we will play my music on string instruments,

All the days of our life,

At the house of the Lord.”

21And Isaiah said, “Let them take a cake of pressed figs and rub it on the inflammation, and he will recover.” 22Then Hezekiah said, “What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of the Lord?”
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