1In those days was Hezekiah sick to death. And Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came to him, and said to him, Thus says Yahweh, Set your house in order; for you will die, and not live. 2Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall, and prayed to Yahweh, 3and said, Remember now, O Yahweh, I urge you, how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in your sight. And Hezekiah wept intensely. 4Then the word of Yahweh came to Isaiah, saying, 5Go, and say to Hezekiah, Thus says Yahweh, the God of David your father, I have heard your prayer, I have seen your tears: look, I will add to your days fifteen years. 6And I will deliver you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria; and I will defend this city. 7And this will be the sign to you from Yahweh, that Yahweh will do this thing that he has spoken: 8Look, I will move back the shadow of the steps, which has gone down on the steps from the Upper House of Ahaz - [I will move back] the sun backward ten steps. So the sun returned ten steps on the steps on which it had gone down. 9The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and had recovered of his sickness. 10I said, In the noontide of my days I will go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years. 11I said, I will not see Yah, Yah in the land of the living: I will not see man anymore with the inhabitants of this world. 12My 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 you will make an end of me. 13I quieted [myself] until morning; as a lion, so he breaks all my bones: From day even to night you will make an end of me. 14Like a swallow [or] a crane, so I chattered; I moaned as a dove; my eyes fail [with looking] upward: O Lord, I am oppressed, be my surety. 15What shall I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it: I will go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul. 16O Lord, by these things men live; And wholly in them is the life of my spirit: Therefore you recover me, and make me to live. 17Look, [it was] for [my] peace [that] I had great bitterness: But you have in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; For you have cast all my sins behind your back. 18For Sheol can't praise you, death can't celebrate you: Those who go down into the pit can't hope for your truth. 19The living, the living, he will praise you, as I do this day: The father to the sons will make known your truth. 20Yahweh is [ready] to save me: Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments All the days of our life in the house of Yahweh.