MLV(i)
1 In those days Hezekiah was sick to death. And Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came to him and said to him, Jehovah says thus, Set your house in order, for you will die and not live.
2 Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to Jehovah, 3 and said, O Jehovah, I beseech you, remember now how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart and have done what is good in your sight. And Hezekiah wept greatly.
4 Then the word of Jehovah came to Isaiah, saying, 5 Go and say to Hezekiah, Jehovah says thus, 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. 6 And I will deliver you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria and I will defend this city.
7 And this will be the sign to you from Jehovah, that Jehovah will do this thing that he has spoken: 8 Behold, I will cause the shadow on the steps, which has gone down on the dial of Ahaz with the sun, to return backward ten steps. So the sun returned ten steps on the dial on which it had gone down.
9 The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah when he had been sick and was recovered of his sickness:
10 I said, In the noontide of my days I will go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years. 11 I said, I will not see Jehovah, even Jehovah in the land of the living. I will behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world. 12 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 you will make an end of me. 13 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.
14 Like a swallow or a crane, so I chattered. I moaned as a dove. My eyes fail with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed, be my surety.
15 What shall I say? He has both spoken to me and himself has done it. I will go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul. 16 O Lord, by these things men live and entirely in it is the life of my spirit. Therefore recover me and make me to live.
17 Behold, for peace I had great bitterness. But you have by love for my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption. For you have cast all my sins behind your back. 18 For Sheol cannot praise you, death cannot celebrate you. Those who go down into the pit cannot hope for your truth.
19 The living, the living, he will praise you, as I do this day. The father to the sons will make known your truth. 20 Jehovah is ready to save me. Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of Jehovah.
21 Now Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs and lay it for a plaster upon the boil and he will recover. 22 Hezekiah also had said, What is the sign that I will go up to the house of Jehovah?
2 Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to Jehovah, 3 and said, O Jehovah, I beseech you, remember now how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart and have done what is good in your sight. And Hezekiah wept greatly.
4 Then the word of Jehovah came to Isaiah, saying, 5 Go and say to Hezekiah, Jehovah says thus, 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. 6 And I will deliver you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria and I will defend this city.
7 And this will be the sign to you from Jehovah, that Jehovah will do this thing that he has spoken: 8 Behold, I will cause the shadow on the steps, which has gone down on the dial of Ahaz with the sun, to return backward ten steps. So the sun returned ten steps on the dial on which it had gone down.
9 The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah when he had been sick and was recovered of his sickness:
10 I said, In the noontide of my days I will go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years. 11 I said, I will not see Jehovah, even Jehovah in the land of the living. I will behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world. 12 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 you will make an end of me. 13 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.
14 Like a swallow or a crane, so I chattered. I moaned as a dove. My eyes fail with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed, be my surety.
15 What shall I say? He has both spoken to me and himself has done it. I will go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul. 16 O Lord, by these things men live and entirely in it is the life of my spirit. Therefore recover me and make me to live.
17 Behold, for peace I had great bitterness. But you have by love for my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption. For you have cast all my sins behind your back. 18 For Sheol cannot praise you, death cannot celebrate you. Those who go down into the pit cannot hope for your truth.
19 The living, the living, he will praise you, as I do this day. The father to the sons will make known your truth. 20 Jehovah is ready to save me. Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of Jehovah.
21 Now Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs and lay it for a plaster upon the boil and he will recover. 22 Hezekiah also had said, What is the sign that I will go up to the house of Jehovah?