Isaiah 38 · Clearspring

Hezekiah’s Illness and Recovery

¹In those days hath Hezekiah been sick unto death, and come in unto him doth Isaiah son of Amoz, the prophet, and saith unto him, `Thus said Jehovah: Give a charge to thy house, for thou art dying, and dost not live.'+ ²And Hezekiah turneth round his face unto the wall, and prayeth unto Jehovah,+ ³and saith, `I pray thee, O Jehovah, remember, I pray Thee, how I have walked habitually before Thee in truth, and with a perfect heart, and that which is good in thine eyes I have done;' and Hezekiah weepeth--a great weeping.+ ⁴And a word of Jehovah is unto Isaiah, saying, ⁵Go, and thou hast said to Hezekiah, Thus said Jehovah, God of David thy father, `I have heard thy prayer, I have seen thy tear, lo, I am adding to thy days fifteen years,+ ⁶and out of the hand of the king of Asshur I deliver thee and this city, and have covered over this city.+ ⁷And this is to thee the sign from Jehovah, that Jehovah doth this thing that He hath spoken.+ ⁸Lo, I am bringing back the shadow of the degrees that it hath gone down on the degrees of Ahaz, by the sun, backward ten degrees:' and the sun turneth back ten degrees in the degrees that it had gone down.+

Hezekiah’s Song of Thanksgiving

⁹A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah concerning his being sick, when he reviveth from his sickness:+ ¹⁰`I--I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.+ ¹¹I said, I do not see Jah--Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world.+ ¹²My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.+ ¹³I have set Him till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.+ ¹⁴As a crane--a swallow--so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression is on me, be my surety.+ ¹⁵--What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.+ ¹⁶Lord, by these do men live, And by all in them is the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live,+ ¹⁷Lo, to peace He changed for me bitterness, And Thou hast delighted in my soul without corruption, For Thou hast cast behind Thy back all my sins.+ ¹⁸For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.+ ¹⁹The living, the living, he doth confess Thee.+ ²⁰Like myself to-day--a father to sons Doth make known of Thy faithfulness, O Jehovah--to save me: And my songs we sing all days of our lives In the house of Jehovah.'+ ²¹And Isaiah saith, `Let them take a bunch of figs, and plaster over the ulcer, and he liveth.'+ ²²And Hezekiah saith, `What is the sign that I go up to the house of Jehovah!'+

Hezekiah’s Illness and Recovery

Hezekiah’s Song of Thanksgiving

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