1 In those days Hezekiah was sick to death. And Isaiah son of Amos, the prophet, will come in to him, and say to him, Thus said Jehovah, Command to thy house, for thou diest, and shalt not live.
2 And Hezekiah will turn his face to the wall and pray to Jehovah. 3 And he will say, O Jehovah, remember now how I went before thee in truth and with a perfect heart, and I did the good in thine eyes: And Hezekiah will weep a great weeping.
4 And the word of Jehovah will be to Isaiah, saying, 5 Go and say to Hezekiah, Thus said Jehovah, the God of David thy father, I heard thy prayer; and I saw thy tears: behold, I will add to thy days fifteen years. 6 And I will deliver thee and this city from the hand of the king of Assur: and I covered over this city. 7 And this to thee the sign from Jehovah that Jehovah will do this word which he spake: 8 Behold me turning back the shadow of the steps which will go down in the steps of Ahaz in the sun, backward ten steps. And the sun will turn back ten steps in the steps which it will go down.
9 The writing to Hezekiah king of Judah in his being sick, and he will live from his sickness:
10 I said in the quiet of my days, I shall go to the gates of hades: I was missed the remainder of my years. 11 I said, I shall not see Jah Jah, in the land of the living: I shall no more behold man with the inhabitants of the place of rest. 12 Mine age removed, and was carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I rolled together as a weaver my life: from the thread he will cut me off: from the day even to the night thou wilt finish me. 13 I set till the morning, as the lion thus will he break all my bones: from the day even to the night thou wilt finish me. 14 As the twittering swallow so shall I chirp: I shall murmur as the dove: mine eyes languished for height: O Jehovah, oppression is to me; be surety for me.
15 What shall I speak? and he said to me, and he did: I shall go slowly all my years upon the bitterness of my soul. 16 O Jehovah, upon these they shall live, and for all of these the life of my spirit: and thou wilt heal me and cause me to live. 17 Behold, for peace bitterness, to me bitterness: and thou didst cleave to my soul from the pit of destruction: and thou didst cast all my sin behind my back 18 For not hades shall praise thee, death celebrate: they going down to the pit shall not hope for thy truth. 19 The living; the living, he shall praise thee, as from me this day the father to the sons shall make known for thy truth. 20 Jehovah to save me; and striking my stringed instruments all the days of our life for the house of Jehovah.