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Chapter 38
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.
2
Then
Hezekiah
turned
his
face
toward
the
wall,
and
prayed
unto
the
Lord,
3
And
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.
4
Then
came
the
word
of
the
Lord
to
Isaiah,
saying,
5
Go,
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.
6
And
I
will
deliver
thee
and
this
city
out
of
the
hand
of
the
king
of
Assyria:
and
I
will
defend
this
city.
7
And
this
shall
be
a
sign
unto
thee
from
the
Lord,
that
the
Lord
will
do
this
thing
that
he
hath
spoken;
8
Behold,
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:
10
I
said
in
the
cutting
off
of
my
days,
I
shall
go
to
the
gates
of
the
grave:
I
am
deprived
of
the
residue
of
my
years.
11
I
said,
I
shall
not
see
the
Lord,
even
the
Lord,
in
the
land
of
the
living:
I
shall
behold
man
no
more
with
the
inhabitants
of
the
world.
12
Mine
age
is
departed,
and
is
removed
from
me
as
a
shepherd’s
tent:
I
have
cut
off
like
a
weaver
my
life:
he
will
cut
me
off
with
pining
sickness:
from
day
even
to
night
wilt
thou
make
an
end
of
me.
13
I
reckoned
till
morning,
that,
as
a
lion,
so
will
he
break
all
my
bones:
from
day
even
to
night
wilt
thou
make
an
end
of
me.
14
Like
a
crane
or
a
swallow,
so
did
I
chatter:
I
did
mourn
as
a
dove:
mine
eyes
fail
with
looking
upward:
O
Lord,
I
am
oppressed;
undertake
for
me.
15
What
shall
I
say?
he
hath
both
spoken
unto
me,
and
himself
hath
done
it:
I
shall
go
softly
all
my
years
in
the
bitterness
of
my
soul.
16
O
Lord,
by
these
things
men
live,
and
in
all
these
things
is
the
life
of
my
spirit:
so
wilt
thou
recover
me,
and
make
me
to
live.
17
Behold,
for
peace
I
had
great
bitterness:
but
thou
hast
in
love
to
my
soul
delivered
it
from
the
pit
of
corruption:
for
thou
hast
cast
all
my
sins
behind
thy
back.
18
For
the
grave
cannot
praise
thee,
death
can
not
celebrate
thee:
they
that
go
down
into
the
pit
cannot
hope
for
thy
truth.
19
The
living,
the
living,
he
shall
praise
thee,
as
I
do
this
day:
the
father
to
the
children
shall
make
known
thy
truth.
20
The
Lord
was
ready
to
save
me:
therefore
we
will
sing
my
songs
to
the
stringed
instruments
all
the
days
of
our
life
in
the
house
of
the
Lord.
21
For
Isaiah
had
said,
Let
them
take
a
lump
of
figs,
and
lay
it
for
a
plaister
upon
the
boil,
and
he
shall
recover.
22
Hezekiah
also
had
said,
What
is
the
sign
that
I
shall
go
up
to
the
house
of
the
Lord?
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