Isaías 38
Lexham English Bible
1In those days, Hezekiah became sick to death, and Isaiah son of Amoz, the prophet, came to him and said to him, “Thus says Yahweh: ‘Order your house, for you are about to die, and you shall not recover.’ ”
2Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to Yahweh,
3and he said, “O Yahweh, please remember how I have walked before your ⌞presence⌟ in faithfulness with a whole heart, and I have done the good in your eyes!” And Hezekiah wept with great weeping.
4Then the word of Yahweh came to Isaiah, saying,
5“Go and say to Hezekiah, ‘Thus says Yahweh, the God of David your ancestor: “I have heard your prayer; I have seen your tears. ⌞Look, I am going to⌟ add fifteen years to your days.
6And I will deliver you and this city from the hand of the king of Assyria, and I will defend this city.” ’
7And this is the sign to you from Yahweh, that Yahweh will do this thing that he has spoken:
8Look! I will cause the shadow of the steps, which it had gone down on the steps of Ahaz with the sun, to turn backwards ten steps.” And the sun turned back ten steps on the steps which it had gone down.
9A writing of Hezekiah, king of Judah, when he was sick and had recovered from his sickness:
10I was the one who said, “I must go in the quiet of my days; I am summoned through the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years.”
11I said, “I shall not see Yah! Yah in the land of the living! I shall no more look at humankind among the inhabitants of the world.
12My dwelling place is pulled up and removed from me like the tent of my shepherd; I have rolled up my life like a weaver. He cuts me off from the thrum; from day to night you bring me to an end.
13I lie down until morning; like a lion, so he breaks all my bones; from day to night you bring me to an end.
14Like a horse or a crane, so I chirp; I moan like a dove. My eyes are weak toward the height. Lord, I have oppression; lend me support!
15What can I say? For he has spoken to me, and he himself has done it. I will walk slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
16Lord, they live by them, and the life of my spirit belongs to all among them. And restore me to health and keep me alive!
17Look! Bitterness was bitter to me for peace. And you were the one who loved my life from the pit of destruction, for you have cast all my sins behind your back.
18For Sheol cannot praise you; death cannot praise you. Those who go down to the pit cannot hope for your faithfulness.
19The living, the living one praises you like me today; a father will make your faithfulness known to children.
20Yahweh, save me, and we will play my music on stringed instruments all the days of our lives at the temple of Yahweh.”
21And Isaiah said, “Let them ⌞take⌟ a lump of figs, and let them rub it on the boil ⌞so that⌟ he may recover.”
22And Hezekiah said, “What is the sign that I shall go up to the temple of Yahweh?”
Reina-Valera 1909
1EN aquellos días cayó Ezechîas enfermo para morir. Y vino á él Isaías profeta, hijo de Amoz, y díjole: Jehová dice así: Ordena tu casa, porque tú morirás, y no vivirás.
2Entonces volvió Ezechîas su rostro á la pared, é hizo oración á Jehová,
3Y dijo: Oh Jehová, ruégote te acuerdes ahora que he andado delante de ti en verdad y con íntegro corazón, y que he hecho lo que ha sido agradable delante de tus ojos. Y lloró Ezechîas con gran lloro.
4Entonces fué palabra de Jehová á Isaías, diciendo:
5Ve, y di á Ezechîas: Jehová Dios de David tu padre dice así: Tu oración he oído, y visto tus lágrimas: he aquí que yo añado á tus días quince años.
6Y te libraré, y á esta ciudad, de mano del rey de Asiria; y á esta ciudad ampararé.
7Y esto te será señal de parte de Jehová, que Jehová hará esto que ha dicho:
8He aquí que yo vuelvo atrás la sombra de los grados, que ha descendido en el reloj de Achâz por el sol, diez grados. Y el sol fué tornado diez grados atrás, por los cuales había ya descendido.
9Escritura de Ezechîas rey de Judá, de cuando enfermó y sanó de su enfermedad.
10Yo dije: En el medio de mis días iré á las puertas del sepulcro: privado soy del resto de mis años.
11Dije: No veré á JAH, á JAH en la tierra de los que viven: ya no veré más hombre con los moradores del mundo.
12Mi morada ha sido movida y traspasada de mí, como tienda de pastor. Como el tejedor corté mi vida; cortaráme con la enfermedad; me consumirás entre el día y la noche.
13Contaba yo hasta la mañana. Como un león molió todos mis huesos: de la mañana á la noche me acabarás.
14Como la grulla y como la golondrina me quejaba; gemía como la paloma: alzaba en alto mis ojos: Jehová, violencia padezco; confórtame.
15¿Qué diré? El que me lo dijo, él mismo lo ha hecho. Andaré recapacitando en la amargura de mi alma todos los años de mi vida.
16Oh Señor, sobre ellos vivirán tus piedades, y á todos diré consistir en ellas la vida de mi espíritu; pues tú me restablecerás, y me harás que viva.
17He aquí amargura grande me sobrevino en la paz: mas á ti plugo librar mi vida del hoyo de corrupción: porque echaste tras tus espaldas todos mis pecados.
18Porque el sepulcro no te celebrará, ni te alabará la muerte; ni los que descienden al hoyo esperarán tu verdad.
19El que vive, el que vive, éste te confesará, como yo hoy: el padre hará notoria tu verdad á los hijos.
20Jehová para salvarme; por tanto cantaremos nuestros salmos en la casa de Jehová todos los días de nuestra vida.
21Y había dicho Isaías: Tomen masa de higos, y pónganla en la llaga, y sanará.
22Había asimismo dicho Ezechîas: ¿Qué señal tendré de que he de subir á la casa de Jehová?
King James Version
1In those days was Hezekiah sick unto death. And Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came unto him, and said unto him, Thus saith the LORD, Set thine house in order: for thou shalt die, and not live.
2Then Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and prayed unto the LORD,
3And said, Remember now, O LORD, I beseech thee, how I have walked before thee in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in thy sight. And Hezekiah wept sore.
4Then came the word of the LORD to Isaiah, saying,
5Go, and say to Hezekiah, Thus saith the LORD, the God of David thy father, I have heard thy prayer, I have seen thy tears: behold, I will add unto thy days fifteen years.
6And I will deliver thee and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria: and I will defend this city.
7And this shall be a sign unto thee from the LORD, that the LORD will do this thing that he hath spoken;
8Behold, I will bring again the shadow of the degrees, which is gone down in the sun dial of Ahaz, ten degrees backward. So the sun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it was gone down.
9The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and was recovered of his sickness:
10I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11I said, I shall not see the LORD, even the LORD, in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
12Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd’s tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
13I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
14Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
15What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
16O Lord, by these things men live, and in all these things is the life of my spirit: so wilt thou recover me, and make me to live.
17Behold, for peace I had great bitterness: but thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption: for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
18For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.
19The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: the father to the children shall make known thy truth.
20The LORD was ready to save me: therefore we will sing my songs to the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of the LORD.
21For Isaiah had said, Let them take a lump of figs, and lay it for a plaister upon the boil, and he shall recover.
22Hezekiah also had said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of the LORD?
World English Bible
1In those days Hezekiah was sick and near death. Isaiah the prophet, the son of Amoz, came to him, and said to him, “The LORD says, ‘Set your house in order, for you will die, and not live.’”
2Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the LORD,
3and said, “Remember now, LORD, I beg you, how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in your sight.” Then Hezekiah wept bitterly.
4Then the LORD’s word came to Isaiah, saying,
5“Go, and tell Hezekiah, ‘The LORD, the God of David your father, says, “I have heard your prayer. I have seen your tears. Behold, I will add fifteen years to your life.
6I will deliver you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria, and I will defend this city.
7This shall be the sign to you from the LORD, that the LORD will do this thing that he has spoken.
8Behold, I will cause the shadow on the sundial, which has gone down on the sundial of Ahaz with the sun, to return backward ten steps.”’” So the sun returned ten steps on the sundial 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 middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years.”
11I said, “I won’t see the LORD, the LORD in the land of the living. I will see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
13I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
14I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.”
15What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.
16Lord, men live by these things; and my spirit finds life in all of them. You restore me, and cause me to live.
17Behold, for peace I had great anguish, but you have in love for 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 shall praise you, as I do today. The father shall make known your truth to the children.
20The LORD will save me. Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments all the days of our life in the LORD’s house.
21Now Isaiah had said, “Let them take a cake of figs, and lay it for a poultice on the boil, and he shall recover.”
22Hezekiah also had said, “What is the sign that I will go up to the LORD’s house?”