¹In those days was Hezekiah sick and near 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 will die, and not live.’”

¹Ved den Tid blev Ezekias dødssyg. Da kom Profeten Esajas, Amoz's Søn, til ham og sagde: "Så siger HERREN: Beskik dit Hus, thi du skal dø og ikke leve!"

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

²Da vendte han Ansigtet om mod Væggen og bad således til HERREN:

³and said, “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.

³"Ak, HERRE, kom dog i Hu, hvorledes jeg har vandret for dit Åsyn i Oprigtighed og med helt Hjerte og gjort, hvad der er godt i dine Øjne!" Og Ezekias græd højt.

⁴Then the word of Yahweh came to Isaiah, saying,

⁴Da kom HERRENs Ord til Esajas således:

⁵“Go, and tell Hezekiah, ‘Thus says Yahweh, the God of David your father, “I have heard your prayer. I have seen your tears. Behold, I will add fifteen years to your life.

⁵"Gå hen og sig til Ezekias: Så siger HERREN, din Fader Davids Gud: Jeg har hørt din Bøn, jeg har set dine Tårer! Se, jeg vil lægge femten År til dit Liv

⁶I will deliver you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria, and I will defend this city.

⁶og udfri dig og denne By af Assyrerkongens Hånd og værne om denne By!

⁷This shall be the sign to you from Yahweh, that Yahweh will do this thing that he has spoken.

⁷Og Tegnet fra HERREN på, at HERREN vil udføre, hvad han har sagt, skal være dig dette:

⁸Behold, I will cause the shadow on the sundial, which has gone down on the sundial of Ahaz with the sun, to return backward ten steps. So the sun returned ten steps on the sundial on which it had gone down.”’”

⁸Se, jeg vil lade Skyggen gå de Streger tilbage, som den har flyttet sig med Solen på Akaz's Solur, ti Streger!" Da gik Solen de ti Streger, som den havde flyttet sig, tilbage på Soluret.

⁹The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and had recovered of his sickness.

⁹En Bøn af Kong Ezekias af Juda, da han var syg og kom sig af sin Sygdom:

¹⁰I said, “In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol Sheol is the place of the dead. . I am deprived of the residue of my years.”

¹⁰Jeg tænkte: Bort må jeg gå i min bedste Alder, hensættes i Dødsrigets Porte mine sidste År.

¹¹I said, “I won’t see Yah, Yah in the land of the living. I will see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.

¹¹Jeg tænkte: Ej skuer jeg HERREN i de levendes Land, ser ingen Mennesker mer blandt Skyggerigets Folk;

¹²My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like 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 you will make an end of me.

¹²min Bolig er nedbrudt, ført fra mig som Hyrdernes Telt, som en Væver sammenrulled du mit Liv og skar det fra Tråden. Du ofrer mig fra Dag til Nat,

¹³I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.

¹³jeg skriger til daggry; som en Løve knuser han alle Benene i mig; du giver mig ben fra Dag til Nat.

¹⁴I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.”

¹⁴Jeg klynker som klagende Svale, sukker som Duen, jeg skuer med Tårer mod Himlen: HERRE, jeg trænges, vær mig Borgen!

¹⁵What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.

¹⁵Hvad skal jeg,sige? Han talede til mig og selv greb han ind. For Bitterhedens Skyld i min Sjæl vil jeg vandre sagtelig alle mine År.

¹⁶Lord, men live by these things; and my spirit finds life in all of them: you restore me, and cause me to live.

¹⁶Herre, man skal bære Bud derom til alle kommende Slægter. Opliv min Ånd, helbred mig og gør mig karsk!

¹⁷Behold, for peace I had great anguish, but you have in love for my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; for you have cast all my sins behind your back.

¹⁷Se, Bitterhed, Bitterhed blev mig til Fred. Og du skåned min Sjæl for Undergangens Grav; thi alle mine Synder kasted du bag din Ryg.

¹⁸For Sheol Sheol is the place of the dead. can’t praise you. Death can’t celebrate you. Those who go down into the pit can’t hope for your truth.

¹⁸Thi Dødsriget takker dig ikke, dig lover ej Døden, på din Miskundbed håber ej de, der synker i Graven.

¹⁹The living, the living, he shall praise you, as I do this day. The father shall make known your truth to the children.

¹⁹Men den levende, den levende takker dig som jeg i Dag. Om din Trofasthed taler Fædre til deres Børn.

²⁰Yahweh will save me. Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of Yahweh.

²⁰HERRE, frels os! Så vil vi røre Strengene alle vore Levedage ved HERRENs Hus.

²¹Now Isaiah had said, “Let them take a cake of figs, and lay it for a poultice on the boil, and he shall recover.”

²¹Da bød Esajas, at man skulde tage en Figenkage og lægge den som Plaster på det syge Sted, for at han kunde blive rask.

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

²²Og Ezekias sagde: "Hvad er Tegnet på, at jeg skal gå op til HERRENs Hus?"