In those days was ^aHezekiah 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.

 2 Then Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and prayed unto the Lord,

 3 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.

 4 Then came the word of the Lord to Isaiah, saying,

 5 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 ^aadd unto thy days fifteen years.

 6 And I will deliver thee and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria: and I will ^adefend this city.

 7 And this shall be a sign unto thee from the Lord, that the Lord will do this thing that he hath spoken;

 8 Behold, I will bring again the ^ashadow of the degrees, which is gone down in the sun dial of Ahaz, ten degrees backward. So the ^bsun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it was gone down.

 9 The ^awriting of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and was recovered of his sickness:

 10 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.

 11 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.

 12 Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have ^acut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off ^bwith ^bpining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.

 13 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.

 14 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; ^aundertake for me.

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

 16 O Lord, by these things men live, and in all these things is the life of my spirit: ^aso wilt thou recover me, and make me to live.

 17 Behold, ^afor peace I had great bitterness: but thou hast in love to my soul ^bdelivered it from the pit of corruption: for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.

 18 For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.

 19 The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: the ^afather to the children shall make known thy ^btruth.