In those daysבַּיָּמִים הָהֵםHezekiahחִזְקִיָּהוּfell sickחָלָהto the point of death.לָמוּתAnd Isaiahוַ יְשַׁעְיָהוּsonבֶןof Amoz,אָמוֹץthe prophet,הַנָּבִיאcameיָּבוֹאto himאֵלָיוand saidוַיֹּאמֶרto him,אֵלָיו“ThusכֹּהsaysאָמַרYHWH:יְהוָה‘Give ordersצַוto your house,לְבֵיתֶךָforכִּיyou are going to dieמֵת אַתָּהand will notוְלֹאlive.’”תִחְיֶה
Hezekiahחִזְקִיָּהוּturnedוַיַּסֵּבhis faceפָּנָיוtoאֶלthe wallהַקִּירand prayedוַיִּתְפַּלֵּלto YHWH,אֶל יְהוָה
and said,וַיֹּאמַר“Ah,אָנָּהYHWH,יְהוָהremember,זְכָרplease,נָאhowאֵת אֲשֶׁרI have walkedהִתְהַלַּכְתִּיbefore youלְפָנֶיךָin truthבֶּאֱמֶתand with a wholeוּבְ שָׁלֵםheart,לֵבand have doneעָשִׂיתִיwhat is goodוְהַטּוֹבin your eyes.”בְּעֵינֶיךָAnd Hezekiahוַ חִזְקִיָּהוּweptיֵּבְךְּwith greatגָדוֹלweeping.בְּכִי
The wordדְּבַרof YHWHיְהוָהcameוַיְהִיto Isaiah,אֶל יְשַׁעְיָהוּsaying,לֵאמֹר
“Goהָלוֹךְand sayוְאָמַרְתָּto Hezekiah,אֶל חִזְקִיָּהוּ‘ThusכֹּהsaysאָמַרYHWH,יְהוָהthe Elohimאֱלֹהֵיof Davidדָּוִדyour father:אָבִיךָI have heardשָׁמַעְתִּיyour prayer;אֶת תְּפִלָּתֶךָI have seenרָאִיתִיyour tears.אֶת דִּמְעָתֶךָLook, Iהִנְנִיam addingיוֹסִףto your daysעַל יָמֶיךָfifteenחֲמֵשׁ עֶשְׂרֵהyears.שָׁנָה
And from the handוּמִכַּףof the kingמֶלֶךְof AssyriaאַשּׁוּרI will deliver youאַצִּילְךָand thisוְאֵת הַזֹּאתcity;הָעִירand I will protectוְגַנּוֹתִיthisהַזֹּאתcity.עַל הָעִיר
And thisוְזֶהshall be to youלְּךָthe signהָאוֹתfromמֵאֵתYHWH,יְהוָהthatאֲשֶׁרYHWHיְהוָהwill doיַעֲשֶׂהthisהַזֶּהthingאֶת הַדָּבָרthatאֲשֶׁרhe has spoken:דִּבֵּר
Look, Iהִנְנִיam bringing backמֵשִׁיבthe shadowאֶת צֵלon the steps,הַמַּעֲלוֹתwhichאֲשֶׁרhas gone downיָרְדָהon the stepsבְמַעֲלוֹתof Ahazאָחָזwith the sun,בַּשֶּׁמֶשׁbackwardאֲחֹרַנִּיתtenעֶשֶׂרsteps.’”מַעֲלוֹתAnd the sunוַ הַשֶּׁמֶשׁwent backתָּשָׁבtenעֶשֶׂרstepsמַעֲלוֹתon the stepsבַּמַּעֲלוֹתby whichאֲשֶׁרit had gone down.יָרָדָה
A writingמִכְתָּבof Hezekiahלְחִזְקִיָּהוּkingמֶלֶךְof Judah,יְהוּדָהwhen he had been sickבַּחֲלֹתוֹand had livedוַיְחִיfrom his sickness:מֵחָלְיוֹ
Iאֲנִיsaid,אָמַרְתִּי“In the quietבִּדְמִיof my daysיָמַיI shall goאֵלֵכָהto the gatesבְּשַׁעֲרֵיof Sheol;שְׁאוֹלI have been deprivedפֻּקַּדְתִּיof the restיֶתֶרof my years.”שְׁנוֹתָי
I said,אָמַרְתִּי“I shall notלֹאseeאֶרְאֶהYah,יָהּYahיָהּin the landבְּאֶרֶץof the living;הַחַיִּיםI shall noלֹאlongerעוֹדlook onאַבִּיטa human beingאָדָםwithעִםthe inhabitantsיוֹשְׁבֵיof cessation.חָדֶל
My dwellingדּוֹרִיhas been pulled upנִסַּעand removedוְנִגְלָהfrom meמִנִּיlike a tentכְּאֹהֶלof a shepherd;רֹעִיI have rolled upקִפַּדְתִּיlike the weaverכָאֹרֵגmy life;חַיַּיfrom the threads of the loomמִדַּלָּהhe will cut me off;יְבַצְּעֵנִיfrom dayמִיּוֹםtoעַדnightלַיְלָהyou will make an end of me.תַּשְׁלִימֵנִי
I calmed myselfשִׁוִּיתִיuntilעַדmorning;בֹּקֶרlike a lion,כָּאֲרִיsoכֵּןhe breaksיְשַׁבֵּרallכָּלmy bones;עַצְמוֹתָיfrom dayמִיּוֹםtoעַדnightלַיְלָהyou will make an end of me.תַּשְׁלִימֵנִי
Like a swallow,כְּסוּסlike a crane,עָגוּרsoכֵּןI chirped;אֲצַפְצֵףI moanedאֶהְגֶּהlike the dove;כַּיּוֹנָהmy eyesעֵינַיgrew weakדַּלּוּlooking on high.לַמָּרוֹםAdonai,אֲדֹנָיoppression is on me;עָשְׁקָה לִּיbe surety for me.עָרְבֵנִי
Whatמָהshall I say?אֲדַבֵּרHe said itוְאָמַרto me,לִיand he himselfוְהוּאhas done it;עָשָׂהI shall walk slowlyאֶדַּדֶּהallכָלmy yearsשְׁנוֹתַיbecause ofעַלthe bitternessמַרof my soul.נַפְשִׁי
Adonai,אֲדֹנָיby these thingsעֲלֵיהֶםthey live,יִחְיוּand in allוּלְכָלof themבָּהֶןis the lifeחַיֵּיof my spirit;רוּחִיand you will restore meוְתַחֲלִימֵנִיand make me live.וְהַחֲיֵנִי
Look,הִנֵּהfor peaceלְשָׁלוֹםI had bitterness,מַר לִיbitterness;מָרbut youוְאַתָּהhave lovedחָשַׁקְתָּmy soulנַפְשִׁיout of the pitמִשַּׁחַתof nothingness,בְּלִיforכִּיyou have castהִשְׁלַכְתָּbehindאַחֲרֵיyour backגֵוְךָallכָּלmy sins.חֲטָאָי
ForכִּיSheolשְׁאוֹלdoes notלֹאthank you,תּוֹדֶךָּnor does deathמָוֶתpraise you;יְהַלְלֶךָּthose who go downיוֹרְדֵיto the pitבוֹרdo notלֹאhopeיְשַׂבְּרוּforאֶלyour truth.אֲמִתֶּךָ
The living,חַיthe living,חַיheהוּאthanks you,יוֹדֶךָas I doכָּמוֹנִיtoday;הַיּוֹםa fatherאָבto his childrenלְבָנִיםwill make knownיוֹדִיעַyour truth.אֶל אֲמִתֶּךָ
YHWHיְהוָהis there to save me;לְהוֹשִׁיעֵנִיand my stringed instrumentsוּנְגִנוֹתַיwe will playנְנַגֵּןallכָּלthe daysיְמֵיof our lifeחַיֵּינוּat the houseעַל בֵּיתof YHWH.”יְהוָה
Isaiahיְשַׁעְיָהוּsaid,וַיֹּאמֶר“Let them takeיִשְׂאוּa cakeדְּבֶלֶתof figsתְּאֵנִיםand rub itוְיִמְרְחוּon the boil,עַל הַשְּׁחִיןand he will live.”וְיֶחִי
Hezekiahחִזְקִיָּהוּhad said,וַיֹּאמֶר“Whatמָהis the signאוֹתthatכִּיI will go upאֶעֱלֶהto the houseבֵּיתof YHWH?”יְהוָה