Isaiah 38 Not longe afore thys, was Hezekiah sick vnto the deeth: and the Prophet Esay the sonne of Amoz came vnto hym, & sayde: Thus commaundeth the Lord: Set thine house in ordre: for thou must dye, and shalt not escape.

Matthew⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Not longe afore thys, was Hezekiah sick vnto the deeth: and the Prophet Esay the sonne of Amoz came vnto hym, & sayde: Thus commaundeth the Lord: Set thine house in ordre: for thou must dye, and shalt not escape. ² Then Hezekiah turned hys face towarde the wall, and prayed vnto the Lorde, ³ and sayde: Remembre (O Lorde) that I haue walcked before the in treuth and a stedfast herte, and haue done the thyng that is pleasaunt to the. And Hezekiah wepte sore. ⁴ Then sayde God vnto Esay: ⁵ Go and speake vnto Hezekiah: the Lorde God of Dauid thy father sendeth the thys worde: I haue herde thy prayer, and consydred thy teares: beholde I wyll put fyftene yeares mo vnto thy lyfe, ⁶ and delyuer the and the cytie also, from the hande of the kynge of Assiria, for I wyll defende the citie. ⁷ And take the this token of the Lord, that he wyll do it, as he hath spoken: ⁸ Beholde, I will returne the shadowe of Ahaz dial, that now is layed out wyth the Sunne & brynge it ten degrees backe warde. So the Sunne turned ten degree backward, the which he was descended a fore. ⁹ A thanckesgeuynge, whiche Hezekiah Kynge of Iuda wrote, when he had bene sycke, and was recouered. ¹⁰ I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the resydue of my yeares. ¹¹ I spake with in my selfe: I shall neuer viset the Lorde God in this lyfe: I shall neuer se man amonge the dwellers of the worlde. ¹² Myne age is folden vp together, and taken awaye fro me, lyke a shepherdes cotage: my lyfe is hewen of, lyke as a weeuer cutteth of his webb. Whyle I was yet takynge my rest, he hewed me of, & made an ende of me in one day. ¹³ I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brosed my bones lyke a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye. ¹⁴ Then chatred I lyke a swalowe, and lyke a crane, and mourned as a doue. I lyfte vp myne eyes into the heyght: O Lorde (sayde I) vyolence is done vnto me, be thou suertye for me. ¹⁵ What shall I speake or saye, that he may this do? That I may lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my lyfe? ¹⁶ Verely (Lorde) men must lyue in bytternesse, & all my life muste I passe ouer therin: For thou raysest me vp, and wakest me. But lo, I wyllbe well content with this bytternes. ¹⁷ Neuertheles my conuersacyon hath so pleased the, that thou woldest not make an ende of my lyfe: so that thou hast cast all my synnes behynde thy back. ¹⁸ For hell prayseth not the, death doth not magnyfye the. They that go downe into the graue, prayse not thy trueth: ¹⁹ but the lyuyng, yee the liuinge acknowledge the, lyke as I do thys daye. The father telleth hys chyldren of thy faythfulnesse. ²⁰ Delyuer vs (O Lorde) and we wyll singe prayses in thy house, all the dayes of oure life. ²¹ And Esay sayde: take a playster of fygges, and laye it vpon the sore, so shall it be whole. ²² Then sayd Hezekiah: O what a great thinge is this, that I shall go vp into the house of the Lorde.