1In those days, was Hezekiah sick, unto death,—and Isaiah the prophet, son of Amoz, came in unto him, and said unto him—Thus, saith Yahweh, Set in order thy house, for, about to die, thou art, and shalt not recover. 2Then Hezekiah turned his face unto the wall,—and prayed unto Yahweh; 3and said,—I beseech thee, O Yahweh, remember, I pray thee, how I have walked before thee, in faithfulness and with an undivided heart, and, that which is good in thine eyes, have I done. And Hezekiah wept, aloud. 4Then came the word of Yahweh unto Isaiah, saying: 5Go, and say unto Hezekiah—Thus, saith Yahweh, the God of David thy father: I have heard thy prayer, I have seen thy tears,—Behold me! about to add unto thy days, fifteen years; 6And, out of the hand of the king of Assyria, will I deliver thee, and this city; And I will throw a covering over this city. 7And, this, to thee, shall be the sign, from Yahweh,—that Yahweh will do, this thing which he hath spoken:— 8Behold me! causing the shadow on the steps, which hath come gone down on the steps of Ahaz with the sun, to return, backwards, ten steps. So the sun returned ten steps, by the steps which it had come down.

9The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and then recovered from his sickness:— 10I, said—In the noontide of my days, I must enter the gates of hades,—I am deprived of the residue of my years! 11I said—I shall not see Yah, Yah, in the land of the living, I shall discern the son of earth no longer, with the dwellers in the quiet land. 12My dwelling, hath been broken up, And is stripped from me, like a shepherd’s tent,—I have rolled up—as a weaver—my life, From the loom, doth he cut me off, From day until night, [I said]—Thou wilt finish me. 13I cried out, until morning, like a lion, Thus, will he break all my bones! From day until night, Thou wilt finish me! 14As a twittering swallow, so, do I chatter, I coo as a dove,—Mine eyes languish, through looking on high, O My Lord! distress is upon me—my Surety! 15What can I say? Since he hath promised for me, Himself, will perform. I will go softly, all my years, Because of the bitterness of my soul. 16O My Lord! on those things do men live,—And, altogether in them, is the life of my spirit, When thou hast strengthened me, and made me live. 17Lo! for well-being, I had bitterness—bitterness,—But, thou, cleaving unto my soul, hast raised me from the pit of corruption, For thou hast cast, behind thy back, all my sins. 18For, hades, cannot praise thee, Nor, death, celebrate thee,—They who go down to the pit cannot wait for thy faithfulness. 19The living, the living, he, can praise thee, As I, do this day,—A father, to his children, can make known thy faithfulness. 20Yahweh, [was willing] to save me,—Therefore, on my stringed instruments, will we play—All the days of our life, By the house of Yahweh. 21And Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs, and let them press it over the boil, that he may recover. 22And Hezekiah had said—What is the sign—that I shall go up unto the house of Yahweh?