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IMMERSE
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PROPHETS
38:14–39:3
Suddenly, my life was over.
Delirious, I chattered like a swallow or a crane,
and then I moaned like a mourning dove.
My eyes grew tired of looking to heaven for help.
I am in trouble, Lord. Help me!”
But what could I say?
For he himself sent this sickness.
Now I will walk humbly throughout my years
because of this anguish I have felt.
Lord, your discipline is good,
for it leads to life and health.
You restore my health
and allow me to live!
Yes, this anguish was good for me,
for you have rescued me from death
and forgiven all my sins.
For the dead cannot praise you;
they cannot raise their voices in praise.
Those who go down to the grave
can no longer hope in your faithfulness.
Only the living can praise you as I do today.
Each generation tells of your faithfulness
to the next.
Think of it—the Lord is ready to heal me!
I will sing his praises with instruments
every day of my life
in the Temple of the Lord.
Isaiah had said to Hezekiah’s servants, “Make an ointment from figs and
spread it over the boil, and Hezekiah will recover.”
And Hezekiah had asked, “What sign will prove that I will go to the
Temple of the Lord?”
Soon after this, Merodach-baladan son of Baladan, king of Babylon, sent
Hezekiah his best wishes and a gift. He had heard that Hezekiah had been
very sick and that he had recovered. Hezekiah was delighted with the Bab
ylonian envoys and showed them everything in his treasure-houses—the
silver, the gold, the spices, and the aromatic oils. He also took them to see
his armory and showed them everything in his royal treasuries! There was
nothing in his palace or kingdom that Hezekiah did not show them.
Then Isaiah the prophet went to King Hezekiah and asked him, “What
did those men want? Where were they from?”
