Through My Bible Yr 01 – December 31

Isaiah 38 – 39

Through My Bible – December 31

Isaiah 38 – 39 (EHV)

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Hezekiah’s Illness and Recovery

Isaiah 38

¹In those days Hezekiah became sick and was dying. The prophet Isaiah son of Amoz came to him and said, “This is what the Lord says. Give instructions to your household, because you are going to die. You will not survive.”

²So Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord. ³He said, “Please remember, Lord, how I have walked before you in truth and with my whole heart. I have done what is good in your eyes.” Hezekiah wept bitterly.

⁴Then the word of the Lord came to Isaiah.

⁵Go back and tell Hezekiah that this is what the Lord, the God of your father David, says:

I have heard your prayer and I have seen your tears. Now then, I will add fifteen years to your life. ⁶I will rescue you and this city from the hand of the king of Assyria. I will defend this city.

⁷This will be the sign from the Lord to you. The Lord will do what he has promised. ⁸Watch! I will make the shadow of the setting sun that has moved down the stairway of Ahaz move back, ten steps higher on the staircase.

Then the sun’s shadow moved backwards, ten steps higher on the stairway that it had just descended.

⁹A poem written by Hezekiah king of Judah, after his illness and recovery.^[1]

¹⁰I thought that, only halfway through my life,
I was entering into the gates of death,^[2]
deprived of the remaining years of my life.
¹¹I thought, I will not see the Lord—
the Lord^[3] in the land of the living.
I will no longer see anyone among the inhabitants of the world.^[4]
¹²My dwelling place is being pulled down.
It is carried away from me like a shepherd’s tent.
I have rolled up my life like a weaver.
He is cutting me off from the loom.
From day until night, you make an end of me.^[5]
¹³I pondered this until the morning.
He will break all my bones like a lion!
From day until night, you make an end of me.
¹⁴I chirp weakly like a swift or a swallow.
I mourn like a dove.
My eyes are tired from looking upward.
O Lord, I am oppressed.
Be my security.

¹⁵What can I say?
He has spoken to me, and he is the one to act.
I will march slowly throughout all my years,
because my heart is bitter.^[6]
¹⁶Lord, people live because you give them life.
My spirit lives through this.^[7]
Restore me, and let me live.^[8]
¹⁷The bitter things I experienced were for my benefit.
Your love has preserved my life from the pit of destruction,
for you have thrown all my sins behind your back.
¹⁸The grave