Isa 38
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In those days was Hezekiah sick to death. And Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came
to him, and said to him, Thus says YHWH, Set your house in order; for you shall die,
and not live.
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Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall, and prayed to YHWH,
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and said, Remember now, O YHWH, I beseech you, how I have walked before you in truth
and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in your sight. And Hezekiah
wept sore.
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Then came the word of YHWH to Isaiah, saying,
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Go, and say to Hezekiah, Thus says YHWH, the God of David your father, I have heard
your prayer, I have seen your tears: behold, I will add to your days fifteen years.
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And I will deliver you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria; and I
will defend this city.
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And this shall be the sign to you from YHWH, that YHWH will do this thing that he
has spoken:
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behold, I will cause the shadow on the steps, which is gone down on the dial of Ahaz
with the sun, to return backward ten steps. So the sun returned ten steps on the dial
whereon it was gone down.
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The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and was recovered of
his sickness.
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I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am
deprived of the residue of my years.
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I said, I shall not see YHWH, [even] YHWH in the land of the living: I shall
behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
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My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd`s tent: I
have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From
day even to night will you make an end of me.
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I quieted [myself] until morning; as a lion, so he breaks all my bones: From
day even to night will you make an end of me.
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Like a swallow [or] a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan as a dove; mine eyes fail
[with looking] upward: O Lord, I am oppressed, be you my surety.
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What shall I say? he has both spoken to me, and himself has done it: I shall
go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
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O Lord, by these things men live; And wholly therein is the life of my spirit: Wherefore
recover you me, and make me to live.
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Behold, [it was] for [my] peace [that] I had great bitterness: But you have
in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; For you have cast
all my sins behind your back.
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For Sheol cannot praise you, death cannot celebrate you: They that go down into
the pit cannot hope for your truth.
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The living, the living, he shall praise you, as I do this day: The father to
the children shall make known your truth.
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YHWH is [ready] to save me: Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments
All the days of our life in the house of YHWH.
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Now Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs, and lay it for a plaster upon the
boil, and he shall recover.
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Hezekiah also had said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of YHWH?