1Hezekiah, warned by Isaiah to prepare for death, 4upon his prayer is promised an addition of fifteen years to his life, and the return of the sun's shadow ten degrees backward for a sign. 9His psalm of thanksgiving.
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1In 1those days was Hezekiah sick unto death. And Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came unto him, and said unto him, Thus saith the Lord, aSet thine house in order: for thou shalt die, and not live.
2Then Hezekiah 1turned his face toward the wall, and prayed unto the Lord,
3And said, 1Remember now, O Lord, I beseech thee, how 2I have walked before thee in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in thy sight. And Hezekiah wept asore.
4¶ 1Then came the word of the Lord to Isaiah, saying,
5Go, and say to Hezekiah, Thus saith the Lord, the 1God of David thy father, 2I have heard thy prayer, 3I have seen thy tears: behold, I will 4add unto thy days fifteen years.
6And 1I will deliver thee and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria: and I will defend this city.
7And this shall be1a sign unto thee from the Lord, that the Lord will do this thing that he hath spoken;
8Behold, 1I will bring again the shadow of the degrees, which is gone down in the sun dial of Ahaz, ten adegrees backward. So the sun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it was gone down.
9¶ 1The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and was recovered of his sickness:
10I said 1in the cutting off of my days, I shall go 2to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11I said, 1I shall not see the Lord, even the Lord, in the land of the living: I shall 2behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
121Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: 2he will cut me off awith pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
13I reckoned till morning, that, 1as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
141Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: 2mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, 3I am oppressed; aundertake for me.
151What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: 2I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
16O Lord, 1by these things men live, and in all these things is the life of my spirit: so wilt thou recover me, and make me to live.
17Behold, afor peace I had great bitterness: but bthou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption: for 1thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
18For 1the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: 2they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.
191The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: 2the father to the children shall make known thy truth.
201The Lordwas ready to save me: therefore we will sing my songs to the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of the Lord.
21For Isaiah had said, 1Let them take a lump of figs, and lay it for a plaister upon the boil, and he shall recover.
221Hezekiah also had said, What is the 2sign that I shall 3go up to the house of the Lord?