⁷ Da meine Seele bei mir verzagte, gedachte ich an den HERRN; und mein Gebet kam zu dir in deinen heiligen Tempel.

¹ Ein Lied im höhern Chor. Ich rufe zu dem HERRN in meiner Not, und er erhöret mich.

¹ In those days was Hezekiah sick to death. Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came to him, and said to him, "Thus says Yahweh, 'Set your house in order; for you shall die, and not live.'"

² Then he turned his face to the wall, and prayed to Yahweh, saying,

³ "Remember now, Yahweh, 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." Hezekiah wept bitterly.

⁴ It happened, before Isaiah had gone out into the middle part of the city, that the word of Yahweh came to him, saying,

⁵ "Turn back, and tell Hezekiah the prince of my people, 'Thus says Yahweh, the God of David your father, "I have heard your prayer. I have seen your tears. Behold, I will heal you. On the third day, you shall go up to the house of Yahweh.

⁶ I will add to your days fifteen years. I will deliver you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria. I will defend this city for my own sake, and for my servant David's sake."'"

⁷ Isaiah said, "Take a cake of figs." They took and laid it on the boil, and he recovered.