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CHAPTER 38

1In those days Hezekiah fell mortally ill, and Isaiah son of Amoz the prophet came to him and said to him, “Thus said the LORD: ‘Charge your household, for you are about to die, and you will not live.’” 2And Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the LORD. 3And he said, “Please, O LORD, recall, pray, that I walked before You truthfully and with a whole heart and did what was good in Your eyes.” And Hezekiah wept copiously. 4And the word of the LORD came to Isaiah, saying, 5“Go and say to Hezekiah, ‘Thus said the LORD God of David your forefather: I have heard your prayer, I have seen your tears. I am about to add to your days fifteen years. 6And from the hand of the king of Assyria I will save you and this city, and I will defend this city. 7And this is the sign for you that the LORD will do this thing which He has spoken. 8I am about to turn back the shadow on the steps that has gone down on the Steps of Ahaz with the sun ten steps backward.’” And the sun turned back ten steps on the steps where it had come down.

9A writ for Hezekiah king of Judah when he fell ill and revived from his illness.

                 10I thought, in the prime of my days I will pass away.

                 To the gates of Sheol am I consigned

                     for the rest of my years.

                 11I thought, I will not see Yah in the land of the living,

                     I will no more look on man, with the dwellers of the world.

                 12My abode is pulled up and taken from me

                     like the tent of a shepherd.

                 I have rolled up my life like a weaver,

                     from the loom He cuts me away,

                         from day to night You finish me.

                 13I cried out until morning.

                     Like a lion He broke all my bones,

                         from day to night You finish me.

                 14Like a swallow or swift I chirp,

                     I moan like a dove.

                 My eyes are worn out looking high.

                     O Master, I am oppressed, be my surety.

                 15What can I speak, and He has said to me and done it?

                     I toss fitfully all my years

                         for the bitterness of my being.

                 16O Master, for them who will live

                     and all among them is my spirit’s life,

                         and You healed me and gave me life.

                 17Why, instead of peace, it was bitter for me, bitter,

                     but You held back my life

                         from destruction’s pit.

                 For You flung behind Your back all my offenses.

                     18For Sheol will not acclaim You,

                     nor will Death praise You.

                 Those who go down to the Pit

                     cannot hope for Your faithfulness.

                 19The living, the living, he will acclaim you,

                     like me on this day.

                 Father will make known to sons

                     Your faithfulness.

                 20The LORD is here to rescue us,

                     and let us play music

                 all the days of our life

                     in the house of the LORD.

21And Isaiah said, “Let them fetch a clump of figs and smear it on the burning rash, that he may revive.” 22And Hezekiah said, “What is the sign that I will go up to the house of the LORD?”