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  • 2 Kings 19:1View Full Chapter

    Hezekiah and Isaiah

    19 When King Hezekiah heard this, he ripped his clothes, covered himself with mourning clothes, and went to the Lord’s temple.

  • 2 Kings 19:2View Full Chapter

    He sent Eliakim the palace administrator, Shebna the secretary, and the senior priests to the prophet Isaiah, Amoz’s son. They were all wearing mourning clothes.

  • 2 Kings 19:5View Full Chapter

    When King Hezekiah’s servants got to Isaiah,

  • 2 Kings 19:6View Full Chapter

    Isaiah said to them, “Say this to your master: ‘This is what the Lord says: Don’t be afraid at the words you heard, which the officers of Assyria’s king have used to insult me.

  • 2 Kings 19:20View Full Chapter

    20 Then Isaiah, Amoz’s son, sent a message to Hezekiah: “This is what the Lord, Israel’s God, says: I have heard your prayer about Assyria’s King Sennacherib.

  • 2 Kings 20:1View Full Chapter

    Hezekiah’s illness

    20 Around that same time, Hezekiah became deathly ill. The prophet Isaiah, Amoz’s son, came to him and said, “This is what the Lord says: Put your affairs in order because you are about to die. You won’t survive this.”

  • 2 Kings 20:4View Full Chapter

    Isaiah hadn’t even left the middle courtyard of the palace when the Lord’s word came to him:

  • 2 Kings 20:7View Full Chapter

    Then Isaiah said, “Prepare a bandage made of figs.” They did so and put it on the swelling, at which point Hezekiah started getting better.

  • 2 Kings 20:8View Full Chapter

    Hezekiah said to Isaiah, “What is the sign that the Lord will heal me and that I’ll be able to go up to the Lord’s temple in three days?”

  • 2 Kings 20:9View Full Chapter

    Isaiah said, “This will be your sign from the Lord that he will make his promise come true: Should the shadow go forward ten steps or back ten steps?”

  • Isaiah 1View Full Chapter

    The vision about Judah and Jerusalem that Isaiah, Amoz’s son, saw in the days of Judah’s kings Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah.

    Rebels condemned

    Hear you heavens, and listen earth,
            for the Lord has spoken:
    I reared children; I raised them,
        and they turned against me!
    An ox knows its owner,
        and a donkey its master’s feeding trough.
        But Israel doesn’t know;
            my people don’t behave intelligently.

    Doom! Sinful nation, people weighed down with crimes,
        evildoing offspring, corrupt children!
    They have abandoned the Lord,
        despised the holy one of Israel;
        they turned their backs on God.

    Why do you invite further beatings?
        Why continue to rebel?
    Everyone’s head throbs,
        and everyone’s heart fails.
    From head to toe, none are well—
        only bruises, cuts, and raw wounds,
            not treated, not bandaged,
            not soothed with oil.

    Your country is deserted,
        your cities burned with fire;
        your land—strangers are devouring it in plain sight.
        It’s a wasteland, as when foreigners raid.
    Daughter Zion is left like a small shelter in a vineyard,
        like a hut in a cucumber field,
        like a city besieged.
    If the Lord of heavenly forces had not spared a few of us,
        we would be like Sodom; we would resemble Gomorrah.

    Hands filled with bloodshed

    10 Hear the Lord’s word, you leaders of Sodom.
        Listen to our God’s teaching,
            people of Gomorrah!
    11 What should I think about all your sacrifices?
        says the Lord.
    I’m fed up with entirely burned offerings of rams
        and the fat of well-fed beasts.
        I don’t want the blood of bulls, lambs, and goats.
    12 When you come to appear before me,
        who asked this from you,
        this trampling of my temple’s courts?
    13 Stop bringing worthless offerings.
        Your incense repulses me.
    New moon, sabbath, and the calling of an assembly—
        I can’t stand wickedness with celebration!
    14 I hate your new moons and your festivals.
        They’ve become a burden that I’m tired of bearing.
    15 When you extend your hands,
        I’ll hide my eyes from you.
    Even when you pray for a long time,
        I won’t listen.
    Your hands are stained with blood.
    16     Wash! Be clean!
    Remove your ugly deeds from my sight.
        Put an end to such evil;
    17     learn to do good.
    Seek justice:
        help the oppressed;
        defend the orphan;
        plead for the widow.

    18 Come now, and let’s settle this,
        says the Lord.
    Though your sins are like scarlet,
        they will be white as snow.
    If they are red as crimson,
        they will become like wool.
    19 If you agree and obey,
        you will eat the best food of the land.
    20 But if you refuse and rebel,
        you will be devoured by the sword.
    The Lord has said this.

    Zion will be redeemed

    21 This faithful town has become a prostitute!
    She was full of justice;
        righteousness lived in her—
        but now murderers.
    22 Your silver has become impure;
        your beer is diluted with water.
    23 Your princes are rebels,
        companions of thieves.
    Everyone loves a bribe and pursues gifts.
        They don’t defend the orphan,
        and the widow’s cause never reaches them.
    24 Therefore, says the Lord God of heavenly forces,
        the mighty one of Israel:
    Doom! I will vent my anger against my foes;
        I will take it out on my enemies,
    25     and I will turn my hand against you.
    I will refine your impurities as with lye,
        and remove all your cinders.
    26 Then I will restore your judges as in earlier times,
        and your counselors as at the beginning.
    After this you will be called Righteous City, Faithful Town.

    27 Zion will be redeemed by justice,
        and those who change their lives by righteousness.
    28 But God will shatter rebels and sinners alike;
        those who abandon the Lord will be finished.

    29 You will be ashamed of the oaks you once desired,
        and embarrassed by the gardens you once chose.
    30 You will be like an oak with withering leaves,
        like a garden without water.
    31 The strong will be like dry twigs,
            their deeds like sparks;
        the two will burn together,
        with no one to extinguish them.

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