1 Hezekiah’s Illness and Recovery In those days Hezekiah became terminally ill. The prophet Isaiah son of Amoz came and said to him, “This is what the Lord says: ‘Set your house in order, for you are about to die; you will not recover.’ ” Lit live 2 Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord .3 He said, “Please, Lord , remember how I have walked before you faithfully and wholeheartedly, and have done what pleases you.” Lit what is good in your eyes And Hezekiah wept bitterly.4 Then the word of the Lord came to Isaiah:5 “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 am going to add fifteen years to your life. Lit days, also in v. 10 6 And I will rescue you and this city from the grasp of the king of Assyria; I will defend this city.7 This is the sign to you from the Lord that he will do what Lit this thing he has promised: Lit said 8 I am going to make the sun’s shadow that goes down on the stairway of Ahaz go back by ten steps.’ ” So the sun’s shadow Lit And the sun went back the ten steps it had descended.9 A poem by King Hezekiah of Judah after he had been sick and had recovered from his illness:10 I said: In the prime Lit quiet of my life I must go to the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years.11 I said: I will never see the Lord , the Lord in the land of the living; I will not look on humanity any longer with the inhabitants of what is passing away. Some Hb mss, Tg read of the world 12 My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; he cuts me off from the loom. By nightfall Lit From day until night, also in v. 13 you make an end of me.13 I thought until the morning: He will break all my bones like a lion. By nightfall you make an end of me.14 I chirp like a swallow or a crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed; support me.15 What can I say? He has spoken to me, and he himself has done it. I walk along slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.16 Lord, by such things people live, and in every one of them my spirit finds life; you have restored me to health and let me live.17 Indeed, it was for my own well-being that I had such intense bitterness; but your love has delivered me from the Pit of destruction, for you have thrown all my sins behind your back.18 For Sheol cannot thank you; Death cannot praise you. Those who go down to the Pit cannot hope for your faithfulness.19 The living, only the living can thank you, as I do today; a father will make your faithfulness known to children.20 The Lord is ready to save me; we will play stringed instruments all the days of our lives at the house of the Lord .21 Now Isaiah had said, “Let them take a lump of pressed figs and apply it to his infected skin, so that he may recover.”22 And Hezekiah had asked, “What is the sign that I will go up to the Lord ’s temple? ”