| Chapter 38 |
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In those days hath Hezekiah been sick unto death, and come in unto him doth Isaiah son of Amoz, the prophet, and saith unto him, 'Thus said Jehovah: Give a charge to thy house, for thou [art] dying, and dost not live.' |
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And Hezekiah turneth round his face unto the wall, and prayeth unto Jehovah, |
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and saith, 'I pray thee, O Jehovah, remember, I pray Thee, how I have walked habitually before Thee in truth, and with a perfect heart, and that which [is] good in thine eyes I have done;' and Hezekiah weepeth -- a great weeping. |
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And a word of Jehovah is unto Isaiah, saying, |
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Go, and thou hast said to Hezekiah, Thus said Jehovah, God of David thy father, 'I have heard thy prayer, I have seen thy tear, lo, I am adding to thy days fifteen years, |
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and out of the hand of the king of Asshur I deliver thee and this city, and have covered over this city. |
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And this [is] to thee the sign from Jehovah, that Jehovah doth this thing that He hath spoken. |
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Lo, I am bringing back the shadow of the degrees that it hath gone down on the degrees of Ahaz, by the sun, backward ten degrees:' and the sun turneth back ten degrees in the degrees that it had gone down. |
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A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah concerning his being sick, when he reviveth from his sickness: |
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'I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years. |
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I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world. |
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My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me. |
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I have set [Him] till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me. |
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As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression [is] on me, be my surety. |
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-- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul. |
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Lord, by these do [men] live, And by all in them [is] the life of my spirit, And Thou savest me, make me also to live, |
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Lo, to peace He changed for me bitterness, And Thou hast delighted in my soul without corruption, For Thou hast cast behind Thy back all my sins. |
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For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth. |
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The living, the living, he doth confess Thee. |
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Like myself to-day -- a father to sons Doth make known of Thy faithfulness, O Jehovah -- to save me: And my songs we sing all days of our lives In the house of Jehovah.' |
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And Isaiah saith, 'Let them take a bunch of figs, and plaster over the ulcer, and he liveth.' |
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And Hezekiah saith, 'What [is] the sign that I go up to the house of Jehovah!' |