Isaiah 38:12-22 ▼

12 Like a shepherd’s tent my dwelling is pulled up and removed from me; As a weaver I rolled up my life. He cuts me off from the loom; From day until night You make an end of me.

13 I soothed my soul until morning. Like a lion—so He shatters all my bones; From day until night You make an end of me.

14 Like a swallow, like a crane, so I chirped; I moan like a dove; My eyes look wistfully to the heights; O Lord, I am oppressed, be my security.

15 “What shall I say? Indeed, He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it; I will wander about all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.

16 O Lord, by these things men live, And in all these is the life of my spirit; O restore me to health and let me live!

17 Behold, for my own well-being I had great bitterness; But it is You who has held back my soul from the pit of nothingness, For You have cast all my sins behind Your back.

18 For Sheol cannot thank You; Death cannot praise You; Those who go down to the pit cannot keep watch for Your truth.

19 It is the living, the living who give thanks to You, as I do today; A father makes known to his sons about Your truth.

20 Yahweh is here to save me; So we will play my songs on stringed instruments All the days of our life at the house of Yahweh.”

21 Now Isaiah had said, “Let them take up a cake of figs and apply it to the boil, that he may live.”

22 Then Hezekiah had said, “What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of Yahweh?”