In those days Hezekiah was stricken with a terminal illness. The prophet Isaiah son of Amoz visited him and told him, "This is what the Lord says, 'Give instructions to your household, for you are about to die; you will not get well.'"

Indeed Sheol does not give you thanks; death does not praise you. Those who descend into the pit do not anticipate your faithfulness.

"Look, the grief I experienced was for my benefit. You delivered me from the pit of oblivion. For you removed all my sins from your sight.

"I thought, 'In the middle of my life I must walk through the gates of Sheol, I am deprived of the rest of my years.'

Look, I will make the shadow go back ten steps on the stairs of Ahaz." And then the shadow went back ten steps.

The living person, the living person, he gives you thanks, as I do today. A father tells his sons about your faithfulness.

This is the prayer of King Hezekiah of Judah when he was sick and then recovered from his illness:

"Go and tell Hezekiah: 'This is what the Lord God of your ancestor David says: "I have heard your prayer; I have seen your tears. Look, I will add fifteen years to your life,

Like a swallow or a thrush I chirp, I coo like a dove; my eyes grow tired from looking up to the sky. O sovereign master, I am oppressed; help me!

Isaiah ordered, "Let them take a fig cake and apply it to the ulcerated sore and he will get well."

The Lord is about to deliver me, and we will celebrate with music for the rest of our lives in the Lord's temple."

Isaiah replied, "This is your sign from the Lord confirming that the Lord will do what he has said:

"Please, Lord. Remember how I have served you faithfully and with wholehearted devotion, and how I have carried out your will." Then Hezekiah wept bitterly.

and rescue you and this city from the king of Assyria. I will shield this city."'"

O sovereign master, your decrees can give men life; may years of life be restored to me. Restore my health and preserve my life.'

My dwelling place is removed and taken away from me like a shepherd's tent. I rolled up my life like a weaver rolls cloth; from the loom he cuts me off. You turn day into night and end my life.

Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord,

"I thought, 'I will no longer see the Lord in the land of the living, I will no longer look on humankind with the inhabitants of the world.

I cry out until morning; like a lion he shatters all my bones; you turn day into night and end my life.

What can I say? He has decreed and acted. I will walk slowly all my years because I am overcome with grief.

Hezekiah said, "What is the confirming sign that I will go up to the Lord's temple?"

The Lord told Isaiah,