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1In those days Hezekiah became terminally ill. The prophet Isaiah son of Amoz came and said to him, “This is what the Lord says: ‘Put your affairs in order, for you are about to die; you will not recover.’ ”[#2Kg 20:1-6,9-11; 2Ch 32:24; #Lit Command your house; #2Sm 17:23; #Lit live]
2Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord .
3He said, “Please, Lord , remember how I have walked before You faithfully and wholeheartedly, and have done what pleases You.” And Hezekiah wept bitterly.[#Gn 17:1; 1Kg 2:4; 3:6; 8:23; 2Kg 18:5-6; Ps 26:3; #Lit what is good in Your eyes; #Dt 6:18]
4Then the word of the Lord came to Isaiah:
5“Go and tell Hezekiah that this is what the Lord God of your ancestor David says: I have heard your prayer; I have seen your tears. Look, I am going to add 15 years to your life.[#Lit days; #2Kg 18:2,13]
6And I will deliver you and this city from the power of the king of Assyria; I will defend this city.[#Is 31:5; 37:35]
7This is the sign to you from the Lord that He will do what He has promised:[#Is 37:30; #Lit this thing; #Lit said]
8I am going to make the sun’s shadow that goes down on Ahaz’s stairway go back by 10 steps.” So the sun’s shadow went back the 10 steps it had descended.[#Jos 10:12-14; #Lit And the sun]
9A poem by Hezekiah king of Judah after he had been sick and had recovered from his illness:
10I said: In the prime of my life[#Lit quiet; #Lit days; #Ps 102:24]
I must go to the gates of Sheol;
I am deprived of the rest of my years.
11I said: I will never see the Lord ,
the Lord in the land of the living;
I will not look on humanity any longer
with the inhabitants of what is passing away.
12My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me
like a shepherd’s tent.
I have rolled up my life like a weaver;
He cuts me off from the loom.
You make an end of me from day until night.
13I thought until the morning:
He will break all my bones like a lion;
You make an end of me day and night.
14I chirp like a swallow or a crane;
I moan like a dove.
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.
15What can I say?
He has spoken to me,
and He Himself has done it.
I walk along slowly all my years
because of the bitterness of my soul,
16Lord, because of these promises people live,[#Ps 119:71,75]
and in all of them is the life of my spirit as well;
You have restored me to health
and let me live.
17Indeed, it was for my own welfare
that I had such great bitterness;
but Your love has delivered me
from the Pit of destruction,
for You have thrown all my sins behind Your back.
18For Sheol cannot thank You;
Death cannot praise You.
Those who go down to the Pit
cannot hope for Your faithfulness.
19The living, only the living can thank You,
as I do today;
a father will make Your faithfulness known to children.
20The Lord will save me;[#Lit to]
we will play stringed instruments
all the days of our lives
at the house of the Lord .
21Now Isaiah had said, “Let them take a lump of pressed figs and apply it to his infected skin, so that he may recover.”[#2Kg 20:7-8]
22And Hezekiah had asked, “What is the sign that I will go up to the Lord ’s temple? ”