Isaiah

¹⁷Behold, it was for my peace that I had great bitterness: but thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back. ¹⁸For the grave cannot praise thee, death cannot celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth. ¹⁹The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: the father to the children shall make known thy truth. ²⁰The Lord is ready to save me: therefore we will sing my songs to the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of the Lord. ²¹Now Isaiah had said, Let them take a cake of figs, and lay it for a plaister upon the boil, and he shall recover. ²²Hezekiah also had said, What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of the Lord?