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1In those days Ezechias was sick even to death, and Isaias the son of Amos the prophet came unto him, and said to him: Thus saith the Lord: Take order with thy house, for thou shalt die, and not live.

2And Ezechias turned his face toward the wall, and prayed to the Lord,

3And said: I beseech thee, O Lord, remember how I have walked before thee in truth, and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in thy sight. And Ezechias wept with great weeping.

4And the word of the Lord came to Isaias, saying:

5Go and say to Ezechias: Thus saith the Lord the God of David thy father: I have heard thy prayer, and I have seen thy tears: behold I will add to thy days fifteen years:

6And I will deliver thee and this city out of the hand of the king of the Assyrians, and I will protect it.

7And this shall be a sign to thee from the Lord, that the Lord will do this word which he hath spoken:

8Behold I will bring again the shadow of the lines, by which it is now gone down in the sun dial of Achaz with the sun, ten lines backward. And the sun returned ten lines by the degrees by which it was gone down.

9The writing of Ezechias king of Juda, when he had been sick, and was recovered of his sickness.

10I said: In the midst of my days I shall go to the gates of hell: I sought for the residue of my years.

11I said: I shall not see the Lord God in the land of the living. I shall behold man no more, nor the inhabitant of rest.

12My generation is at an end, and it is rolled away from me, as a shepherd’s tent. My life is cut off, as by a weaver: whilst I was yet but beginning, he out me off: from morning even to night thou wilt make an end of me.

13I hoped till morning, as a lion so hath he broken all my bones: from morning even to night thou wilt make an end of me.

14I will cry like a young swallow, I will meditate like a dove: my eyes are weakened looking upward: Lord, I suffer violence, answer thou for me.

15What shall I say, or what shall he answer for me, whereas he himself hath done it? I will recount to thee all my years in the bitterness of my soul.

16O Lord, if man’s life be such, and the life of my spirit be in such things as these, thou shalt correct me, and make me to live.

17Behold in peace is my bitterness most bitter: but thou best delivered my soul that it should not perish, thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.

18For hell shall not confess to thee, neither shall death praise thee: nor shall they that go down into the pit, look for thy truth.

19The living, the living, he shall give praise to thee, as I do this day: the father shall make thy truth known to the children.

20O Lord, save me, and we will sing our psalms all the days of our life in the house of the Lord.

21Now Isaias had ordered that they should take a lump of figs, and lay it as it plaster upon the wound, and that he should be healed.

22And Ezechias bed said: What shall be the sign that I shall go up to the house of the Lord?

1In diebus illis ægrotavit Ezechias usque ad mortem; et introivit ad eum Isaias, filius Amos, propheta, et dixit ei: Hæc dicit Dominus: Dispone domui tuæ, quia morieris tu, et non vives.

2Et convertit Ezechias faciem suam ad parietem, et oravit ad Dominum,

3et dixit: Obsecro, Domine, memento, quæso, quomodo ambulaverim coram te in veritate et in corde perfecto, et quod bonum est in oculis tuis fecerim. Et flevit Ezechias fletu magno.

4Et factum est verbum Domini ad Isaiam, dicens:

5Vade, et dic Ezechiæ: Hæc dicit Dominus Deus David patris tui: Audivi orationem tuam, et vidi lacrimas tuas; ecce ego adjiciam super dies tuos quindecim annos,

6et de manu regis Assyriorum eruam te, et civitatem istam, et protegam eam.

7Hoc autem tibi erit signum a Domino, quia faciet Dominus verbum hoc quod locutus est:

8ecce ego reverti faciam umbram linearum per quas descenderat in horologio Achaz in sole, retrorsum decem lineis. Et reversus est sol decem lineis per gradus quos descenderat.

9Scriptura Ezechiæ, regis Juda, cum ægrotasset et convaluisset de infirmitate sua.

10[Ego dixi in dimidio dierum meorum: Vadam ad portas inferi; quæsivi residuum annorum meorum.

11Dixi: Non videbo Dominum Deum in terra viventium; non aspiciam hominem ultra, et habitatorem quietis.

12Generatio mea ablata est, et convoluta est a me, quasi tabernaculum pastorum. Præcisa est velut a texente vita mea; dum adhuc ordirer, succidit me: de mane usque ad vesperam finies me.

13Sperabam usque ad mane; quasi leo, sic contrivit omnia ossa mea: de mane usque ad vesperam finies me.

14Sicut pullus hirundinis, sic clamabo; meditabor ut columba. Attenuati sunt oculi mei, suspicientes in excelsum. Domine, vim patior: responde pro me.

15Quid dicam, aut quid respondebit mihi, cum ipse fecerit? Recogitabo tibi omnes annos meos in amaritudine animæ meæ.

16Domine, si sic vivitur, et in talibus vita spiritus mei, corripies me, et vivificabis me.

17Ecce in pace amaritudo mea amarissima. Tu autem eruisti animam meam ut non periret; projecisti post tergum tuum omnia peccata mea.

18Quia non infernus confitebitur tibi, neque mors laudabit te: non exspectabunt qui descendunt in lacum veritatem tuam.

19Vivens, vivens ipse confitebitur tibi, sicut et ego hodie; pater filiis notam faciet veritatem tuam.

20Domine, salvum me fac ! et psalmos nostros cantabimus cunctis diebus vitæ nostræ in domo Domini.]

21Et jussit Isaias ut tollerent massam de ficis, et cataplasmarent super vulnus, et sanaretur.

22Et dixit Ezechias: Quod erit signum quia ascendam in domum Domini?

1In those days Hezekiah became ill and was near death. And so, Isaiah, the son of Amoz, the prophet, entered to him, and he said to him: “Thus says the Lord: Put your house in order, for you shall die, and you shall not live.”

2And Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and he prayed to the Lord.

3And he said: “I beg you, Lord, I beseech you, to remember how I walked before you in truth and with a whole heart, and that I have done what is good in your sight.” And Hezekiah wept with a great weeping.

4And the word of the Lord came to Isaiah, saying:

5“Go and say to Hezekiah: Thus says the Lord, the God of David, your father: I have heard your prayer, and I have seen your tears. Behold, I will add fifteen years to your days.

6And I will rescue you and this city from the hand of the king of the Assyrians, and I will protect it.

7And this will be a sign for you from the Lord, that the Lord will do this word, which he has spoken:

8Behold, I will cause the shadow of the lines, which has now descended on the sundial of Ahaz, to move in reverse for ten lines.” And so, the sun moved backward by ten lines, through the degrees by which it had descended.

9The writing of Hezekiah, the king of Judah, after he had fallen ill and had recovered from his sickness:

10“I said: In the middle of my days, I will go to the gates of Hell. So I sought the remainder of my years.

11I said: I will not see the Lord God in the land of the living. I will no longer behold man, nor the habitation of rest.

12My longevity has been taken away; it has been folded up and taken from me, like the tent of a shepherd. My life has been cut off, as if by a weaver. While I was still beginning, he cut me off. From morning until evening, you have marked out my limits.

13I hoped, even until morning. Like a lion, so has he crushed all my bones. From morning until evening, you have marked my limits.

14I will cry out, like a young swallow. I will meditate, like a dove. My eyes have been weakened by gazing upward. O Lord, I suffer violence! Answer in my favor.

15What can I say, or what would he answer me, since he himself has done this? I will acknowledge to you all my years, in the bitterness of my soul.

16O Lord, if such is life, and if the life of my spirit is of such a kind, may you correct me and may you cause me to live.

17Behold, in peace my bitterness is most bitter. But you have rescued my soul, so that it would not perish. You have cast all my sins behind your back.

18For Hell will not confess to you, and death will not praise you. Those who descend into the pit will not hope for your truth.

19The living, the living, these will give praise to you, as I also do this day! The father will make the truth known to the sons.

20O Lord, save me! And we will sing our psalms, all the days of our life, in the house of the Lord.”

21Now Isaiah had ordered them to take a paste of figs, and to spread it like plaster over the wound, so that he would be healed.

22And Hezekiah said, “What will be the sign that I may go up to the house of the Lord?”