ULT ISA Chapter 38

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38 In those days, Hezekiah was sick to dying. And Isaiah, the son of Amoz, the prophet, came to him and said to him, “Thus says Yahweh, ‘Command regarding your house, for you are dying, and you will not live.’ ” 2 And Hezekiah turned his face to the wall, and he prayed to Yahweh 3 and said, “Oh Yahweh, please remember that I have walked about to your face in faithfulness and with a whole heart, and I have done good in your eyes.” And Hezekiah wept a great weeping. 4 And the word of Yahweh was to Isaiah, saying, 5 “Go, and you shall say to Hezekiah, ‘Thus says Yahweh, the God of David your father, “I have heard your prayer. I have seen your weeping. Behold me, one will add to your days 15 years. 6 And I will deliver you and this city from the palm of the king of Assyria. And I will cover over this city. 7 And this will be the sign for you from Yahweh that Yahweh will do this thing that he has spoken. 8 Behold me, making return the shadow on the stairs, which has gone down with the sun on the stairs of Ahaz, back ten steps.’ ” And the sun went back ten steps on the stairs on which it had gone down.

9 A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he was sick and lived from his sickness:

10 I, I said, “In the quiet of my days

I will go into the gates of Sheol;

I am visited for the remainder of my years.”

11 I said, “I will not see Yah,

Yah in the land of the living;

I will no longer regard man with the dwellers of the world.

12 My dwelling is removed and carried away from me

like the tent of a shepherd;

like a weaver, I have rolled up my life.

He is cutting me off from the loom;

from day to night, you are finishing me.

13 I lie down until the morning;

like a lion, thus he breaks all of my bones.

From day to night you are finishing me.

14 Like a swallow, a crane, thus I chirp;

I coo like a dove.

My eyes weaken to the height.

Lord, oppression is to me; give surety for me.

15 What shall I say?

For he has spoken to me, and he, he has done it.

I will walk slowly all of my years

because of the bitterness of my soul.

16 Lord, upon them they live,

and in everything in them is the life of my spirit.

For you have made me healthy,

and you have made me live.

17 Behold, for my welfare,

bitterness was bitter for me.

But you, you have held back my soul from the pit of nothingness,

for you have thrown all of my sins behind your back.

18 For not does Sheol thank you,

does death praise you;

the ones going down into the pit

do not watch for your faithfulness.

19 The living, the living! He, he thanks you,

like me today;

a father makes known to sons

about your faithfulness.

20 Yahweh is about to save me,

and we will play my stringed instruments

all of the days of our lives

in the house of Yahweh.”

21 Now Isaiah had said, “Let them take a lump of figs and plaster it on the boil, and he will live.” 22 For Hezekiah had said, “What will be the sign that I will go up to the house of Yahweh?”