1In those days Hezekiah was sick to death. And Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came to him, and said to him, Thus says Yehovah, Set your house in order; for you shall die, and not live. 2Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall, and prayed to Yehovah, 3and said, Remember now, O Yehovah, I beseech you, how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in your sight. And Hezekiah wept bitterly. 4Then the word of Yehovah came to Isaiah, saying, 5Go, and say to Hezekiah, Thus says Yehovah, 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. 6And I will deliver you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria; and I will defend this city. 7And this shall be the sign to you from Yehovah, that Yehovah will do this thing that he has spoken: 8behold, I will cause the shadow on the steps, which has gone down on the dial of Ahaz with the sun, to return backward ten steps. So the sun returned ten steps on the dial on which it had gone down. 9The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and had recovered from his sickness. 10I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the rest of my years. 11I said, I shall not see Yehovah, even Yehovah in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world. 12My 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 you will make an end of me. 13I quieted myself until morning; as a lion, so he breaks all my bones: From day even to night you will make an end of me. 14Like a swallow or a crane, so I chattered; I moaned as a dove; my eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed, be my surety. 15What 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. 16O Lord, by these things men live; And wholly in them is the life of my spirit: Therefore restore me, and make me live. 17Behold, 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. 18For Sheol cannot praise you, death cannot celebrate you: Those who go down into the pit cannot hope for your truth. 19The living, the living, he shall praise you, as I do this day: The father to the children shall make known your truth. 20Yehovah is ready to save me: Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments All the days of our life in the house of Yehovah. 21Now Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs, and lay it for a plaster upon the boil, and he shall recover. 22Hezekiah also had said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of Yehovah?