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Boil » Of hezekiah, healed
Then Isaiah said, Take a cake of figs. So they took it and put it on his wound, and he got better.
And Isaiah said, Let them take a cake of figs, and put it on the diseased place, and he will get well.
Disease » Instances of » Remedies used
Go up to Gilead and take sweet oil, O virgin daughter of Egypt: there is no help in all your medical arts; nothing will make you well.
By the wounds of the rod evil is taken away, and blows make clean the deepest parts of the body.
And Isaiah said, Let them take a cake of figs, and put it on the diseased place, and he will get well.
A glad heart makes a healthy body, but a crushed spirit makes the bones dry.
There is no help for your wound, there is nothing to make you well.
Diseases » Disease, different forms of » Boils
And the Satan went out from before the Lord, and sent on Job an evil disease covering his skin from his feet to the top of his head.
Then Isaiah said, Take a cake of figs. So they took it and put it on his wound, and he got better.
And Isaiah said, Let them take a cake of figs, and put it on the diseased place, and he will get well.
And it will become small dust over all the land of Egypt, and will be a skin-disease bursting out in wounds on man and beast through all the land of Egypt.
And if a bad place has come out on the skin and is well again,
Fig » Employed as a remedy
Then Isaiah said, Take a cake of figs. So they took it and put it on his wound, and he got better.
And Isaiah said, Let them take a cake of figs, and put it on the diseased place, and he will get well.
Fig tree » Fruit of » Used in the miraculous healing of hezekiah
Then Isaiah said, Take a cake of figs. So they took it and put it on his wound, and he got better.
And Isaiah said, Let them take a cake of figs, and put it on the diseased place, and he will get well.
hezekiah » King of judah » His psalm of thanksgiving
The writing of Hezekiah, king of Judah, after he had been ill, and had got better from his disease. I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me. I said, I will not see the Lord, even the Lord in the land of the living: I will not see man again or those living in the world. read more.
My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain. I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones. I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause. What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest. O Lord, for this cause I am waiting for you, give rest to my spirit: make me well again, and let me come back to life. See, in place of peace my soul had bitter sorrow. but you have kept back my soul from the underworld; for you have put all my sins out of your memory. For the underworld is not able to give you praise, death gives you no honour: for those who go down into the underworld there is no hope in your mercy. The living, the living man, he will give you praise, as I do this day: the father will give the story of your mercy to his children. O Lord, quickly be my saviour; so we will make my songs to corded instruments all the days of our lives in the house of the Lord. And Isaiah said, Let them take a cake of figs, and put it on the diseased place, and he will get well. And Hezekiah said, What is the sign that I will go up to the house of the Lord?
My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain. I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones. I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause. What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest. O Lord, for this cause I am waiting for you, give rest to my spirit: make me well again, and let me come back to life. See, in place of peace my soul had bitter sorrow. but you have kept back my soul from the underworld; for you have put all my sins out of your memory. For the underworld is not able to give you praise, death gives you no honour: for those who go down into the underworld there is no hope in your mercy. The living, the living man, he will give you praise, as I do this day: the father will give the story of your mercy to his children. O Lord, quickly be my saviour; so we will make my songs to corded instruments all the days of our lives in the house of the Lord. And Isaiah said, Let them take a cake of figs, and put it on the diseased place, and he will get well. And Hezekiah said, What is the sign that I will go up to the house of the Lord?
Miracles » Catalogue of » Hezekiah's cure
And Isaiah said, Let them take a cake of figs, and put it on the diseased place, and he will get well.