1 In those days was Hezekiah sick to death. Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came to him, and said to him, Thus says Yahweh, Set your house in order; for you shall die, and not live.2 Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall, and prayed to Yahweh,3 and said, Remember now, Yahweh, I beg you, how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in your sight. Hezekiah wept sore.4 Then came the word of Yahweh to Isaiah, saying,5 Go, and tell Hezekiah, Thus says Yahweh, the God of David your father, I have heard your prayer, I have seen your tears: behold, I will add to your days fifteen years.6 I will deliver you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria; and I will defend this city.7 This shall be the sign to you from Yahweh, that Yahweh will do this thing that he has spoken:8 behold, I will cause the shadow on the steps, which is gone down on the dial of Ahaz with the sun, to return backward ten steps. So the sun returned ten steps on the dial whereon it was gone down.9 The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and was recovered of his sickness.10 I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.11 I said, I shall not see Yah, Yah in the land of the living: I shall see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.12 My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night will you make an end of me.13 I quieted myself until morning; as a lion, so he breaks all my bones: From day even to night will you make an end of me.14 Like a swallow or a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan as a dove; my eyes fail with looking upward: Lord, I am oppressed, be my collateral.15 What shall I say? he has both spoken to me, and himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.16 Lord, by these things men live; Wholly therein is the life of my spirit: You restore me, and cause me to live.17 Behold, it was for my peace that I had great bitterness: But you have in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; For you have cast all my sins behind your back.18 For Sheol can't praise you, death can't celebrate you: Those who go down into the pit can't hope for your truth.19 The living, the living, he shall praise you, as I do this day: The father to the children shall make known your truth.20 Yahweh is ready to save me: Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments All the days of our life in the house of Yahweh.21 Now Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs, and lay it for a plaster on the boil, and he shall recover.22 Hezekiah also had said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of Yahweh?