1In those dayswas Hezekiahsickunto death. And Isaiahthe prophetthe sonof Amozcameunto him, and saidunto him, Thus saiththe LORD, Set thine housein order: for thou shalt die, and not live. 2Then Hezekiahturnedhis facetoward the wall, and prayedunto the LORD, 3And said, Remembernow, O LORD, I beseechthee, how I have walkedbeforethee in truthand with a perfectheart, and have done that which is goodin thy sight. And Hezekiahweptsore.
4Then came the wordof the LORDto Isaiah, saying, 5Go, and sayto Hezekiah, Thus saiththe LORD, the Godof Davidthy father, I have heardthy prayer, I have seenthy tears: behold, I will addunto thy daysfifteenyears. 6And I will deliverthee and this cityout of the handof the kingof Assyria: and I will defendthis city. 7 And this shall be a signunto thee from the LORD, that the LORDwill dothis thingthat he hath spoken; 8Behold, I will bring againthe shadowof the degrees, which is gone downin the sundialof Ahaz, tendegreesbackward. So the sunreturnedtendegrees, by which degreesit was gone down.
9The writingof Hezekiahkingof Judah, when he had been sick, and was recoveredof his sickness: 10I saidin the cutting offof my days, I shall goto the gatesof the grave: I am deprivedof the residueof my years. 11I said, I shall not seethe LORD, even the LORD, in the landof the living: I shall beholdmanno more with the inhabitantsof the world. 12Mine ageis departed, and is removedfrom me as a shepherd’stent: I have cut offlike a weavermy life: he will cut me offwith pining sickness: from day even to nightwilt thou make an end of me. 13I reckonedtill morning, that, as a lion, so will he breakall my bones: from day even to nightwilt thou make an end of me. 14Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mournas a dove: mine eyesfail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me. 15What shall I say? he hath both spokenunto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softlyall my yearsin the bitternessof my soul. 16O Lord, by these things men live, and in all these things is the lifeof my spirit: so wilt thou recoverme, and make me to live. 17Behold, for peaceI had great bitterness: but thou hast in loveto my soul delivered it from the pitof corruption: for thou hast castall my sinsbehindthy back. 18For the gravecannot praisethee, death can not celebratethee: they that go downinto the pitcannot hopefor thy truth. 19The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: the fatherto the childrenshall make knownthy truth. 20The LORD was ready to saveme: therefore we will sing my songsto the stringed instrumentsall the daysof our lifein the houseof the LORD.
21For Isaiahhad said, Let them takea lumpof figs, and lay it for a plaisterupon the boil, and he shall recover. 22Hezekiahalso had said, What is the signthat I shall go upto the houseof the LORD?