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[1]Aboutthis tyme was Hezekia sicke vnto death, and the prophete Esai the sonne of Amos came vnto hym, and sayde, Thus commaundeth the Lorde: Set thyne house in order, for thou must dye, and shalt not escape
[2]ThenHezekia turned his face toward the wall, and prayed vnto the Lorde
[3]Andsayde: Remember O Lorde I beseche thee, that I haue walked before thee in trueth and a stedfast heart, & haue done the thyng that is pleasaunt to thee. And Hezekia wept sore
[4]Thensayde God vnto Esai
[5]Goand speake vnto Ezekia: The Lord God of Dauid thy father sendeth thee this worde, I haue hearde thy prayer, and considered thy teares: beholde I wyll put fifteene yeres mo vnto thy lyfe
[6]Anddeliuer thee and the citie also from the hande of the kyng of Assyria: for I wyll defende the citie
[7]Andtake thee this token of the Lord, that he wyll do it as he hath spoken
[8]Beholde,I wyll returne the shadowe of Ahaz diall that nowe is layde out with the sunne, and bring it ten degrees backwarde: So the sunne turned ten degrees backwarde, the which he was descended afore
[9]Athankesgeuyng which Hezekia kyng of Iuda wrote, when he had ben sicke and was recouered
[10]Ithought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres
[11]Ispake within my selfe, I wyll neuer visite the Lorde [the Lorde I say] in this lyfe: I wyll neuer see man among the dwellers of the worlde
[12]Myneage is folden together & taken away from me lyke a sheepheardes cotage, I haue hewen of my lyfe by my sinnes, lyke as a weauer cutteth of his webbe: He wyll with pinyng sicknesse make an ende of me, yea he wyll make an ende of me in one day
[13]Ithought I woulde haue lyued vntyll the morowe, but he brused my bones lyke a lion: and in one day thou wylt make an ende of me
[14]Thenchattered I lyke a swallowe, and lyke a crane, and mourned lyke a doue, I lift vp mine eyes into the heyght: O Lorde [sayde] my sicknesse kepeth me downe, ease thou me
[15]Whatshall I say? The Lorde hath made a promise to me, yea and he hym selfe hath perfourmed it: I shall therefore so long as I lyue remember this bitternesse of my lyfe
[16]OLorde, to all those that shall lyue hereafter, yea to all men shall it be knowen, that euen in those yeres I haue a ioyfull lyfe, and that it was thou that causedst me to sleepe agayne, thou hast geuen lyfe to me
[17]Beholde,bitter as gall was my pensiuenesse, so sore longed I for health, and it was thy pleasure to deliuer my lyfe from the filthy pit: for thou it is [O Lorde] that hast cast all my sinnes behynde thy backe
[18]Forhell prayseth not thee, death doth not magnifie thee: they that go downe into the graue prayse not thy trueth
[19]Butthe lyuyng, yea the lyuyng knowledge thee, as I do this day: the father telleth his children of thy faythfulnesse
[20]Toheale me it is the Lordes worke, and we will sing my songes in the house of the Lorde all the dayes of our lyfe
[21]AndEsai sayde: Take a plaster of figges, and lay it vpon the sore, so shall it be whole
[22]Thensayd Hezekia: O what a miracle is this, that I shall go vp into the house of the Lorde
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