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Through your servants you have insulted Yahweh. For you have said: With my numerous chariots, I have climbed the heights of the mountains, the topmost recesses of Lebanon. I have felled its tallest cedars and its choicest fir trees. I have reached the remotest heights of its border, the best of its forests. (Isaiah 37, 24)
But have you not heard how I decreed it long ago? I have just brought to pass what I planned from days of old: to lay waste fortified cities, to turn them into heaps of ruins. (Isaiah 37, 26)
This will be a sign for you, O Hezekiah: This year you will eat the gleaning of the fields and next year the self-sown grain, but in the third year sow and reap, plant vines and eat the fruit. (Isaiah 37, 30)
That night the angel of Yahweh went and struck one hundred and eighty-five thousand men in the Assyrian camp. When the people rose early next morning there lay all the corpses. (Isaiah 37, 36)
While he was worshiping in the temple of his god, Nisroch, his sons Adrammelech and Sharezer slew him with the sword and then escaped to the land of Ararat. And Esarhaddon, his son, succeeded him as king. (Isaiah 37, 38)
In those days Hezekiah fell mortally ill and the prophet Isaiah, son of Amoz, went to him with a message from Yahweh, "Put your house in order for you shall die; you shall not live." (Isaiah 38, 1)
See! I shall make the shadow descending on the stairway of Ahaz go back ten steps." So the sunlight went back the ten steps it had covered on the stairway. (Isaiah 38, 8)
Canticle of Hezekiah king of Judah after his illness and recovery: (Isaiah 38, 9)
Once I said: In the noontime of my life I go; I am sent to the land of the dead, for the rest of my years. (Isaiah 38, 10)
I have cried for help until morning. Like a lion, he has broken all my bones. (Isaiah 38, 13)
I have uttered shrill cries like a swallow or a crane, I have moaned like a dove. My eyes all the while are growing weary as I look up to the heavens: Come and help me, O Lord! For I am troubled. (Isaiah 38, 14)
For the dead cannot give you thanks, death cannot give you praise; those who go down to the pit cannot hope for your kindness. (Isaiah 38, 18)
