Put your house in order
In those days Hezekiah was sick to death. Isaiah the prophet, son of Amoz, came to him and said, ‘This is what the LORD says: Set your house in order, because you will die and not live.’ Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the LORD: He said, ‘Remember now, O LORD, I beg you, how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and done what is good in your eyes.’ And Hezekiah wept bitterly. Then the LORD spoke to Isaiah: ‘Go and tell Hezekiah, This is what the LORD, the God of David your father, says: I have heard your prayer and seen your tears. I will add fifteen years to your days.’ And I'll save you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria, and I'll cover this city. And here's the sign for you from the LORD, that the LORD will do this thing he's spoken: Look: I'll bring back the shadow ten steps down the stairway of Ahaz, the steps it's gone down with the sun. So the sun went back ten steps on the stairway it had gone down.
In those days Hezekiah fell ill and was at the point of death. And Isaiah the prophet, son of Amoz, came to him and said: This is what the Lord says. Put your house in order, because you're going to die and won't recover. Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord: Please, Lord, remember how I've walked in front of you faithfully and with a whole heart, and done what's good in your eyes. And Hezekiah wept bitterly. Then the word of the Lord came to Isaiah: Go and tell Hezekiah this is what the Lord, the God of David your father, says. I've heard your prayer and seen your tears. Look — I'll add fifteen years to your life. And I'll save you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria, and I'll cover this city. And here's the sign for you from the Lord, that the Lord will do this thing he's spoken: Look — I'll bring back the shadow ten steps down the stairway of Ahaz, the steps it's gone down with the sun. So the sun went back ten steps on the stairway it had gone down.
In those days was Hezekiah sick unto death. And Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came unto him, and said unto him, Thus saith the LORD, Set thine house in order: for thou shalt die, and not live. Then Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and prayed unto the LORD, And said, Remember now, O LORD, 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. Then came the word of the LORD to Isaiah, saying, Go, and say to Hezekiah, Thus saith the LORD, 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. And I will deliver thee and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria: and I will defend this city. And this shall be a sign unto thee from the LORD, that the LORD will do this thing that he hath spoken; Behold, I will bring again the shadow of the degrees, which is gone down in the sun dial of Ahaz, ten degrees backward. So the sun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it was gone down.
In those days Hezekiah was sick to death. Isaiah the prophet, son of Amoz, came to him and said, ‘This is what the LORD says: Set your house in order, because you will die and not live.’
In those days Hezekiah fell ill and was at the point of death. And Isaiah the prophet, son of Amoz, came to him and said: This is what the Lord says. Put your house in order, because you're going to die and won't recover.
In those days was Hezekiah sick unto death. And Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came unto him, and said unto him, Thus saith the LORD, Set thine house in order: for thou shalt die, and not live.
Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the LORD:
Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord:
Then Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and prayed unto the LORD,
He said, ‘Remember now, O LORD, I beg you, how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and done what is good in your eyes.’ And Hezekiah wept bitterly.
Please, Lord, remember how I've walked in front of you faithfully and with a whole heart, and done what's good in your eyes. And Hezekiah wept bitterly.
And said, Remember now, O LORD, 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.
Then the LORD spoke to Isaiah:
Then the word of the Lord came to Isaiah:
Then came the word of the LORD to Isaiah, saying,
‘Go and tell Hezekiah, This is what the LORD, the God of David your father, says: I have heard your prayer and seen your tears. I will add fifteen years to your days.’
Go and tell Hezekiah this is what the Lord, the God of David your father, says. I've heard your prayer and seen your tears. Look — I'll add fifteen years to your life.
Go, and say to Hezekiah, Thus saith the LORD, 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.
And I'll save you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria, and I'll cover this city.
And I will deliver thee and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria: and I will defend this city.
And here's the sign for you from the LORD, that the LORD will do this thing he's spoken:
And here's the sign for you from the Lord, that the Lord will do this thing he's spoken:
And this shall be a sign unto thee from the LORD, that the LORD will do this thing that he hath spoken;
Look: I'll bring back the shadow ten steps down the stairway of Ahaz, the steps it's gone down with the sun. So the sun went back ten steps on the stairway it had gone down.
Look — I'll bring back the shadow ten steps down the stairway of Ahaz, the steps it's gone down with the sun. So the sun went back ten steps on the stairway it had gone down.
Behold, I will bring again the shadow of the degrees, which is gone down in the sun dial of Ahaz, ten degrees backward. So the sun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it was gone down.
Hezekiah's writing
A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, after he'd been sick and recovered from his sickness: I said, in the middle of my days I'm going through the gates of the grave. I've been robbed of the rest of my years. I said, I won't see the LORD, the LORD in the land of the living. I won't look on a man any more among those who live in the world. My life is removed from me like a shepherd's tent. I've cut off my life like a weaver; he will cut me off with pining sickness. From day to night you bring me to an end. I reckoned until morning that, like a lion, he would break all my bones. From day to night you bring me to an end. Like a crane or a swallow, I chattered; I mourned like a dove. My eyes fail from looking upward. O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me. What can I say? He's spoken to me, and he's done it himself. I'll go softly all my years because my soul is bitter. Lord, by these things people live, and in all this is the life of my spirit. So make me well and let me live. for peace I had great bitterness, but in love for my soul you delivered it from the pit of corruption, because you have cast all my sins behind your back. Because the grave can't thank you and death can't praise you. Those who go down into the pit can't hope for your faithfulness. The living, the living — he will praise you, as I do this day. The father will make known your truth to the children. The LORD was ready to save me. So we'll play my songs on the strings all the days of our life in the house of the LORD. For Isaiah had said, ‘Let them take a lump of figs and lay it as a plaster on the boil, and he will recover.’ And Hezekiah had said: What's the sign that I'll go up to the house of the LORD?
A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, after he'd been sick and recovered from his sickness: I said, In the middle of my days I'm going through the gates of the grave. I've been robbed of the rest of my years. I said, I won't see the Lord, the Lord in the land of the living. I won't look on a man any more among those who live in the world. My dwelling is pulled up and carried off from me like a shepherd's tent. I've rolled up my life like a weaver, and he cuts me off from the loom. From day to night you finish me. I calmed myself till morning — and like a lion he breaks all my bones. From day to night you finish me. I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes were worn out looking up. Lord, I'm in a bad way. Stand up for me. What can I say? He's spoken to me, and he's done it himself. I'll go softly all my years because my soul is bitter. Lord, by these things people live, and in all this is the life of my spirit. So make me well and let me live. Look — it was for my peace that I had such bitterness. But in your love you've kept my soul back from the pit of nothing, because you've thrown all my sins behind your back. Because the grave can't thank you and death can't praise you. Those who go down into the pit can't hope for your faithfulness. The living, the living — he's the one who thanks you, like I'm doing today. A father tells his children about your faithfulness. The Lord was ready to save me. So we'll play my songs on the strings all the days of our life in the house of the Lord. Isaiah had said: Let them take a cake of figs and rub it on the boil, and he'll recover. And Hezekiah had said: What's the sign that I'll go up to the house of the Lord?
The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and was recovered of his sickness: I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years. I said, I shall not see the LORD, even the LORD, in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world. Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd’s tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me. I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me. Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me. What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul. O LORD, by these things men live, and in all these things is the life of my spirit: so wilt thou recover me, and make me to live. Behold, for peace 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. For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth. The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: the father to the children shall make known thy truth. The LORD was ready to save me: therefore we will sing my songs to the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of the LORD. For Isaiah had said, Let them take a lump of figs, and lay it for a plaister upon the boil, and he shall recover. Hezekiah also had said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of the LORD?
A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, after he'd been sick and recovered from his sickness:
The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and was recovered of his sickness:
I said, in the middle of my days I'm going through the gates of the grave. I've been robbed of the rest of my years.
I said, In the middle of my days I'm going through the gates of the grave. I've been robbed of the rest of my years.
I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
I said, I won't see the LORD, the LORD in the land of the living. I won't look on a man any more among those who live in the world.
I said, I won't see the Lord, the Lord in the land of the living. I won't look on a man any more among those who live in the world.
I said, I shall not see the LORD, even the LORD, in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
My life is removed from me like a shepherd's tent. I've cut off my life like a weaver; he will cut me off with pining sickness. From day to night you bring me to an end.
My dwelling is pulled up and carried off from me like a shepherd's tent. I've rolled up my life like a weaver, and he cuts me off from the loom. From day to night you finish me.
Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd’s tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
I reckoned until morning that, like a lion, he would break all my bones. From day to night you bring me to an end.
I calmed myself till morning — and like a lion he breaks all my bones. From day to night you finish me.
I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
Like a crane or a swallow, I chattered; I mourned like a dove. My eyes fail from looking upward. O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes were worn out looking up. Lord, I'm in a bad way. Stand up for me.
Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
What can I say? He's spoken to me, and he's done it himself. I'll go softly all my years because my soul is bitter.
What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
Lord, by these things people live, and in all this is the life of my spirit. So make me well and let me live.
O LORD, by these things men live, and in all these things is the life of my spirit: so wilt thou recover me, and make me to live.
for peace I had great bitterness, but in love for my soul you delivered it from the pit of corruption, because you have cast all my sins behind your back.
Look — it was for my peace that I had such bitterness. But in your love you've kept my soul back from the pit of nothing, because you've thrown all my sins behind your back.
Behold, for peace 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.
Because the grave can't thank you and death can't praise you. Those who go down into the pit can't hope for your faithfulness.
For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.
The living, the living — he will praise you, as I do this day. The father will make known your truth to the children.
The living, the living — he's the one who thanks you, like I'm doing today. A father tells his children about your faithfulness.
The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: the father to the children shall make known thy truth.
The LORD was ready to save me. So we'll play my songs on the strings all the days of our life in the house of the LORD.
The Lord was ready to save me. So we'll play my songs on the strings all the days of our life in the house of the Lord.
The LORD was ready to save me: therefore we will sing my songs to the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of the LORD.
For Isaiah had said, ‘Let them take a lump of figs and lay it as a plaster on the boil, and he will recover.’
Isaiah had said: Let them take a cake of figs and rub it on the boil, and he'll recover.
For Isaiah had said, Let them take a lump of figs, and lay it for a plaister upon the boil, and he shall recover.
And Hezekiah had said: What's the sign that I'll go up to the house of the LORD?
And Hezekiah had said: What's the sign that I'll go up to the house of the Lord?
Hezekiah also had said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of the LORD?