Surely it was for my benefit1 that I suffered such anguish.2 In your love you kept me from the pit3 of destruction; you have put all my sins4 behind your back.518
For the gravea6 cannot praise you, death cannot sing your praise;7 those who go down to the pit8 cannot hope for your faithfulness.
The living, the living--they praise9 you, as I am doing today; fathers tell their children10 about your faithfulness.
The LORD will save me, and we will sing11 with stringed instruments12 all the days of our lives13 in the temple14 of the LORD.
Isaiah had said, "Prepare a poultice of figs and apply it to the boil, and he will recover."
Hezekiah had asked, "What will be the sign15 that I will go up to the temple of the LORD?"