Isaiah 38
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“Put Your House In Order”
1In those days Hezekiah became mortally ill. So Isaiah the prophet son of Amoz came to him and said to him, “Thus says Adonai: Put your house in order. For you are dying, and will not live.”
2Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall, and prayed to Adonai.
3He said: “Please, Adonai, remember how I have walked before You in truth and with a whole heart, and have done what is good in Your eyes.” And Hezekiah wept bitterly.
4Then it came to pass, the word of Adonai came to Isaiah saying:
5“Go, and say to Hezekiah, thus says Adonai, the God of your father David: ‘I have heard your prayer and I have seen your tears. Behold, I will add 15 years to your life.
6I will deliver you and this city from the hand of the king of Assyria; I will defend this city.’
7“Now this will be the sign to you from Adonai, that Adonai will do this word He has spoken:
8Behold, I will cause the shadow on the stairs, which went down with the sun on the sundial of Ahaz, to turn back ten steps.” So the sun’s shadow went back ten steps on the sundial on which it had gone down.
9A writing of King Hezekiah of Judah, after his illness, when he recovered from his illness:
10I said: “In the prime of my life, I am to enter the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the rest of my years.”
11I said: “I will not see Adonai, Adonai, in the land of the living. I will look on humanity no longer among the inhabitants of the world.
12Like a shepherd’s tent, my dwelling is pulled up and carried away from me. Like a weaver I rolled up my life. He cuts me off from the loom. From day until night You make my end.
13I stilled my soul till morning. Like a lion, He will break all my bones. From day till night You make my end.
14Like a swallow or a crane, I whisper, I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary, looking upward. Adonai, I am oppressed, be my security!
15What should I say? For He has spoken to me— He Himself has done it! I will wander about all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
16Adonai, by such things men live, and my spirit has life in them too. Restore me to health, and let me live!
17Behold, it was for my own shalom that I had great bitterness. You have loved my soul out of the Pit of destruction! For You have flung 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, the living—they praise You— as I do today. A father makes Your faithfulness known to his children.
20Adonai will save me. So we will play my songs on stringed instruments all the days of our life in the House of Adonai.”
21Now Isaiah had said, “Let them take a cake of figs, and apply it to the boil, and he will live.”
22Hezekiah had said, “What is the sign that I will go up to the House of Adonai?”
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Isaiah 38
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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.
2Then Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall and prayed unto the Lord,
3And 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.
4Then came the word of the Lord to Isaiah, saying,
5Go 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.
6And I will deliver thee and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria, and I will defend this city.
7And this shall be a sign unto thee from the Lord that the Lord will do this thing that he has spoken:
8Behold, 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:
10I said in the cutting off of my days; I shall go to the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11I said, I shall not see JAH, even JAH, in the land of the living; I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
12My dwelling place has been moved and is removed from me as a shepherd’s tent; he has cut off my life like a weaver: he has cut me off with sickness: between the day and the night thou shalt consume me.
13I reckoned that I had until morning. As a lion, he broke all my bones: from the morning even unto the night thou shalt make an end of me.
14Like a crane or a swallow, so did I complain; I mourned as a dove; I raised my eyes upward, O Lord, I am suffering violence; comfort me.
15What shall I say? He has both spoken unto me, and he himself has done it; I shall walk softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
16O Lord, even unto all those that shall live, in these fifteen years I shall proclaim the life of my spirit in them and how thou caused me to sleep, and afterwards hast given me life.
17Behold, for peace I had great bitterness; but it has pleased thee to deliver my life from the pit of corruption, for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
18For the grave shall not confess thee, nor shall death praise thee; nor shall those that go down into the pit wait for thy truth.
19He who lives, he who lives, even he shall confess thee, as I do this day; the father to the sons shall make known thy truth.
20The Lord is ready to save me: therefore we will sing our psalms in the house of the Lord all the days of our life.
21Isaiah then said, Let them take a lump of figs and lay it for a plaster upon the boil and he shall be healed.
22And Hezekiah had said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of the Lord?
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