1 In those days Hezekiah was sick and near death. And Isaiah the prophet, the son of Amoz, came to him and said to him, Thus says Jehovah, Set your house in order, for you shall die and not live.2 Then Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and prayed to Jehovah,3 and said, Remember now, O Jehovah, I beseech You, how I have walked before You in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done what is good in Your eyes. And Hezekiah wept with a great weeping.4 Then came the Word of Jehovah to Isaiah, saying,5 Go and say to Hezekiah: Thus says Jehovah the God of David your father, I have heard your prayer, I have seen your tears; behold, I will add to your days fifteen years.6 And I will deliver you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria, and I will defend this city.7 And this shall be a sign to you from Jehovah that Jehovah will do this thing that He has spoken:8 behold, I will bring back the shadow which has gone down the steps on the sundial of Ahaz, ten steps backward. So the sun returned ten steps, by which it had gone down.9 This is the writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick and had recovered from his sickness:10 I said at the end of of my days, I shall go to the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years.11 I said, I shall not see YAH, Jehovah, in the land of the living; I shall look on man no more among the inhabitants of the world.12 My generation is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver; He will cut me off from the loom; from day even to night You make an end of me.13 I have been still until morning; as a lion, so He breaks all my bones; from day even until night You make an end of me.14 Like a twittering swallow, so I chatter; I mourn as a dove; my eyes look weakly to the heights. O Jehovah, I am distressed; be surety for me.15 What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has acted; I shall go slowly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.16 O Jehovah, by these things men live, and in all these things is the life of my spirit; so You will restore me to health and make me live.17 Behold, instead of peace I was bitter with bitterness; but You have delighted in delivering my soul from the pit of corruption. You have cast all my sins behind Your back.18 For Sheol cannot thank You, death cannot praise You; those who go down into the pit cannot hope for Your truth.19 The living, the living man, he shall praise You, as I do this day; the father shall make Your truth known to the children.20 Jehovah is there to save me; therefore we will sing my songs with the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of Jehovah.21 For Isaiah had said, Let them take a lump of figs and rub it on the boil, and he shall live.22 Hezekiah also had said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of Jehovah?

1 In tho daies Esechie was sijk `til to the deth; and Isaie, the profete, the sone of Amos, entride to hym, and seide to hym, The Lord seith these thingis, Dispose thi hous, for thou schalt die, and thou schalt not lyue.2 And Esechie turnede his face to the wal, and preiede the Lord, and seide, Lord, Y biseche;3 haue thou mynde, Y biseche, hou Y yede bifore thee in treuthe, and in perfit herte, and Y dide that that was good bifore thin iyen. And Ezechye wept with greet wepyng.4 And the word of the Lord was maad to Isaie, and seide,5 Go thou, and seie to Ezechye, The Lord God of Dauid, thi fadir, seith these thingis, I haue herd thi preier, and Y siy thi teeris. Lo! Y schal adde on thi daies fiftene yeer;6 and Y schal delyuere thee and this citee fro the hond of the kyng of Assiriens, and Y schal defende it.7 Forsothe this schal be to thee a signe of the Lord, that the Lord schal do this word, which he spak.8 Lo! Y schal make the schadewe of lynes, bi which it yede doun in the orologie of Achas, in the sunne, to turne ayen backward bi ten lynes. And the sunne turnede ayen bi ten lynes, bi degrees bi whiche it hadde go doun.9 The scripture of Ezechie, kyng of Juda, whanne he hadde be sijk, and hadde rekyuered of his sikenesse.10 I seide, in the myddil of my daies Y schal go to the yatis of helle.11 Y souyte the residue of my yeeris; Y seide, Y schal not se the Lord God in the lond of lyueris; Y schal no more biholde a man, and a dwellere of reste.12 My generacioun is takun awei, and is foldid togidere fro me, as the tabernacle of scheepherdis is foldid togidere. Mi lijf is kit doun as of a webbe; he kittide doun me, the while Y was wouun yit. Fro the morewtid `til to the euentid thou schalt ende me;13 Y hopide til to the morewtid; as a lioun, so he al to-brak alle my boonys. Fro the morewtid til to the euentid thou schalt ende me; as the brid of a swalewe, so Y schal crie;14 Y schal bithenke as a culuer. Myn iyen biholdynge an hiy, ben maad feble. Lord, Y suffre violence, answere thou for me; what schal Y seie,15 ether what schal answere to me, whanne `I mysilf haue do? Y schal bithenke to thee alle my yeeris, in the bitternisse of my soule.16 Lord, if me lyueth so, and the lijf of my spirit is in siche thingis, thou schalt chastise me, and schalt quykene me.17 Lo! my bitternesse is moost bittir in pees; forsothe thou hast delyuered my soule, that it perischide not; thou hast caste awey bihynde thi bak alle my synnes.18 For not helle schal knowleche to thee, nethir deth schal herie thee; thei that goon doun in to the lake, schulen not abide thi treuthe.19 A lyuynge man, a lyuynge man, he schal knouleche to thee, as and Y to dai; the fadir schal make knowun thi treuthe to sones.20 Lord, make thou me saaf, and we schulen synge oure salmes in all the daies of oure lijf in the hous of the Lord.21 And Ysaie comaundide, that thei schulden take a gobet of figus, and make a plaster on the wounde; and it schulde be heelid.22 And Ezechie seide, What signe schal be, that Y schal stie in to the hous of the Lord?