17 Behold, in peace my bitterness is most bitter. But you have rescued my soul, so that it would not perish. You have cast all my sins behind your back.
18 For Hell will not confess to you, and death will not praise you. Those who descend into the pit will not hope for your truth.
19 The living, the living, these will give praise to you, as I also do this day! The father will make the truth known to the sons.
20 O Lord, save me! And we will sing our psalms, all the days of our life, in the house of the Lord."
21 Now Isaiah had ordered them to take a paste of figs, and to spread it like plaster over the wound, so that he would be healed.
22 And Hezekiah said, "What will be the sign that I may go up to the house of the Lord?"