In those days was Hezekiah sick to death. Shaya the prophet Ibn Amoz came to him, and said to him, Thus says Allah, Set your house in order; for you shall die, and not live. 2Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall, and prayed to Allah, 3and said, Remember now, Allah, 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 much. 4Then came the word of Allah to Shaya, saying, 5Go, and tell Hezekiah, Thus says Allah, the God of Dawud your father, I have heard your prayer, I have seen your tears: behold, I will add to your days fifteen years. 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 Allah, that Allah will do this thing that he has spoken: 8behold, I will cause the shadow on the steps, which is gone down on the dial of Ahaz with the sun, to return backward ten steps. So the sun returned ten steps on the dial whereon 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 noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of the grave:
I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11I said, I shall not see Allah, Allah in the land of the living:
I shall see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd’s tent:
I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom:
From day even to night will you make an end of me.
13I quieted myself until morning; as a lion, so he breaks all my bones:
From day even to night will you make an end of me.
14Like a swallow or a crane, so did I chatter;
I did moan as a dove; my eyes fail with looking upward:
Lord, I am oppressed, be my collateral.
15What shall I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it:
I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
16Lord, by these things men live;
Wholly therein is the life of my spirit:
You restore me, and cause me to live.
17Behold, it was for my peace that I had great bitterness:
But you have in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption;
For you have cast all my sins behind your back.
18For the grave cannot praise you, death cannot celebrate you:
Those who go down into the pit cannot hope for your truth.
19The living, the living, he shall praise you, as I do this day:
The father to the children shall make known your truth.
20Allah is ready to save me:
Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments
All the days of our life in the house of Allah.
21Now Shaya had said, Let them take a cake of figs, and lay it for a plaster on the boil, and he shall recover. 22Hezekiah also had said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of Allah?