Isaiah 38:9-22
9 A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah after his illness and recovery:
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I said, “In the prime of my life
must I go through the gates of death
and be robbed of the rest of my years?”
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I said, “I will not again see the Lord,
the Lord, in the land of the living;
no longer will I look on mankind,
or be with those who now dwell in this world.
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Like a shepherd’s tent my house
has been pulled down and taken from me.
Like a weaver I have rolled up my life,
and he has cut me off from the loom;
day and night you made an end of me.
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I waited patiently till dawn,
but like a lion he broke all my bones;
day and night you made an end of me.
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I cried like a swift or thrush,
I moaned like a mourning dove.
My eyes grew weak as I looked to the heavens.
I am troubled; O Lord, come to my aid!”
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But what can I say?
He has spoken to me, and he himself has done this.
I will walk humbly all my years
because of this anguish of my soul.
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Lord, by such things men live;
and my spirit finds life in them too.
You restored me to health
and let me live.
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Surely it was for my benefit
that I suffered such anguish.
In your love you kept me
from the pit of destruction;
you have put all my sins
behind your back.
18
For the grave cannot praise you,
death cannot sing your praise;
those who go down to the pit
cannot hope for your faithfulness.
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The living, the living—they praise you,
as I am doing today;
fathers tell their children
about your faithfulness.
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The Lord will save me,
and we will sing with stringed instruments
all the days of our lives
in the temple of the Lord.
21 Isaiah had said, “Prepare a poultice of figs and apply it to the boil, and he will recover.”
22 Hezekiah had asked, “What will be the sign that I will go up to the temple of the Lord?”