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In those days was Hezekiah sick unto death. And Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came to him, and said unto him, Thus saith Jehovah, Set thy house in order; for thou shalt die, and not live.

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Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall, and prayed unto Jehovah,

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and said, Remember now, O Jehovah, I beseech thee, how I have walked before thee in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in thy sight. And Hezekiah wept sore.

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Then came the word of Jehovah to Isaiah, saying,

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Go, and say to Hezekiah, Thus saith Jehovah, the God of David thy father, I have heard thy prayer, I have seen thy tears: behold, I will add unto thy days fifteen years.

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And I will deliver thee and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria; and I will defend this city.

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And this shall be the sign unto thee from Jehovah, that Jehovah will do this thing that he hath spoken:

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behold, I will cause the shadow on the steps, which is gone down on the {H8121} dial of Ahaz with the sun, to return backward ten steps. So the sun returned ten steps on the dial whereon it was gone down.

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The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and was recovered of his sickness.

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I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.

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I said, I shall not see Jehovah, [even] Jehovah in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.

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My 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 wilt thou make an end of me.

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I quieted [myself] until morning; as a lion, so he breaketh all my bones: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.

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Like a swallow [or] a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan as a dove; mine eyes fail [with looking] upward: O Lord, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.

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What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.

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O Lord, by these things men live; And wholly therein is the life of my spirit: Wherefore recover thou me, and make me to live.

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Behold, [it was] for [my] peace [that] I had great bitterness: But thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; For thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.

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For Sheol cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: They that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.

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The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: The father to the children shall make known thy truth.

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Jehovah is [ready] to save me: Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments All the days of our life in the house of Jehovah.

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Now Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs, and lay it for a plaster upon the boil, and he shall recover.

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Hezekiah also had said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of Jehovah?