Isaias

14 Like a swift, a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan like a dove; mine eyes failed towards the height; LORD, I am oppressed; be thou surety for me.

15 What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it; I shall go softly all my years, because of the bitterness of ’my soul.

16 O Lord, by these things men live, and wholly in them is the life of my spirit; and thou wilt recover me, and make me to live.

17 Behold, for peace it was bitter to me, bitter; and thou hast ’ loved my soul from the pit of destruction; for thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back. 18 For hell cannot give thee thanks, death praise thee; they that go down to the pit cannot hope for thy truth.

19 The living, the living, he shall give thee thanks, as I do this day; the father shall. make the sons to know concerning thy truth.

20 The LORD (was ready) to save me; and we will play on my stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of the LORD.

21 And Isaiah said, They shall take a cake of figs, and apply it to the boil, and he shall live.

22 And Hezekiah said, What sign is there, that I shall go up to the house of the LORD? ’