Isaiah 38

CLV(i) 1 In those days Hezekiah is ill to death. And coming to him is Isaiah, the prophet, son of Amoz, and is saying to him, "Thus says Yahweh, `Give instructions to your household, for you shall die, and not live.'" 2 And Hezekiah is turning his face about to the side wall and he is praying to Yahweh, 3 and saying, "Oh, Yahweh! Remember, pray, how I walked before You in truth and with a peaceable heart, and what is good in Your eyes have I done.And Hezekiah is lamenting with a great lamentation." 4 And coming is the word of Yahweh to Isaiah, saying, 5 Go, and say to Hezekiah, "`Thus says Yahweh, the Elohim of David, your forefather, "I have heard the voice of your prayer. I have seen your tears. Behold! I will add to your days fifteen years." 6 And from the palm of the king of Assyria will I rescue you and this city, and I am a protection over this city on My account and on account of David, My servant." 7 `"And this is the sign for you from Yahweh, that Yahweh will do this thing which He has spoken." 8 Behold Me reversing the shadow on the stairs which descends on the stairs of the upper chamber of Ahaz, and the sun, backward ten stairs."'And the sun is returning ten stairs, on the stairs which the shadow had descended." 9 The writing as to Hezekiah, king of Judah, when he is ill, and he is living after his illness:" 10 I, yea, I say:In the height of my days am I going into the gates of the unseen, made to miss the rest of my years." 11 Said I:I shall not see the salvation of Yah. Yah is in the land of the living. And I shall not look for the salvation of Israel on the earth, I shall not look on humanity further. When I am with the dwellers of transience I leave off looking." 12 My generation journeys and is deported from me as the tent of a shepherd. I snap as a weaver the thread of my life. From the thrum is He clipping me. From day unto night are You causing me to repay. 13 I compensate till the morning. As a lion, so is He breaking all my bones. From day unto night are You causing me to repay." 14 As a speeding swallow, so am I chirping. I am cooing as a dove. Impoverished are my eyes to see to the height of the heavens, to Yahweh. Extortion is for me. Be surety for me!" 15 What shall I speak? What He says to me, He does to me. I shall wander all my years in the bitterness of my soul." 16 My Lord, on account of these things shall they be lived. And for all in them is the life of my spirit. And You are consoling me and do preserve me alive." 17 Behold! For welfare there is bitterness to me; very great bitterness. Yet You are attached to my soul, to keep it from the ruin of decay, for You do fling behind Your body all my sins." 18 For the unseen is not acclaiming You, nor is death praising You, and those descending into a crypt are not looking forward to Your truth." 19 The living! The living one! He is acclaiming You as I today. The father to his sons shall make known Your truth. 20 Yahweh is to save me, and my accompaniments will we play, all the days of our life at the house of Yahweh." 21 And saying is Isaiah, "They shall take pressed dried figs, and put a poultice on the boil, and he shall live." 22 And saying is Hezekiah, "What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of Yahweh Elohim?