Isaiah 38
1 In those
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, Set thine
house in
order: for thou shalt
die, and not
live.
2 Then
Hezekiah turned his
face toward the
wall, and
prayed unto the
LORD, 3 And
said,
Remember now, O
LORD, I
beseech thee, how I have
walked before thee in
truth and with a
perfect heart, and have
done that which is
good in thy
sight. And
Hezekiah wept sore. 4 Then came the
word of the
LORD to
Isaiah, saying,
5 Go, and
say to
Hezekiah, Thus
saith the
LORD, the
God of
David thy
father, I have
heard thy
prayer, I have
seen thy
tears: behold, I will
add unto thy
days fifteen years. 6 And I will
deliver thee and this
city out of the
hand of the
king of
Assyria: and I will
defend this
city. 7 And this shall be a
sign unto thee from the
LORD, that the
LORD will
do this
thing that he hath
spoken;
8 Behold, I will bring
again the
shadow of the
degrees, which is gone
down in the
sun dial of
Ahaz, ten degrees backward. So the
sun returned ten degrees, by which
degrees it was 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 cutting
off of my
days, I shall
go to the
gates of the
grave: I am
deprived of the
residue of my
years. 11 I
said, I shall not
see the
LORD, even the
LORD, in the
land of the
living: I shall
behold man no more with the
inhabitants of the
world. 12 Mine
age is
departed, and is
removed from me as a
shepherd's tent: I have cut
off like a
weaver my
life: he will cut me
off with pining
sickness: from
day even to
night wilt thou make an
end of me.
13 I
reckoned till
morning, that, as a
lion, so will he
break all my
bones: from
day even to
night wilt thou make an
end of me.
14 Like a
crane or a
swallow, so did I
chatter: I did
mourn as a
dove: mine
eyes fail with looking
upward: O
LORD, I am
oppressed; undertake for me.
15 What shall I
say? he hath both
spoken unto me, and himself hath
done it: I shall go
softly all my
years in the
bitterness of my
soul. 16 O
Lord, by 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.
17 Behold, for
peace I had great
bitterness: but thou hast in
love to my
soul delivered it from the
pit of
corruption: for thou hast
cast all my
sins behind thy
back. 18 For the
grave cannot
praise thee,
death can not
celebrate thee: they that go
down into the
pit cannot
hope for thy
truth. 19 The
living, the
living, he shall
praise thee, as I do this
day: the
father to the
children shall make
known thy
truth. 20 The
LORD was 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. 21 For
Isaiah had
said, Let them
take a
lump of
figs, and lay it for a
plaister upon the
boil, and he shall
recover.
22 Hezekiah also had
said, What is the
sign that I shall go
up to the
house of the
LORD?