I cried like a swift or thrush, I moaned like a mourning dove.1 My eyes grew weak2 as I looked to the heavens. I am troubled; O Lord, come to my aid!"3
References for Isaiah 38:14
But what can I say?4 He has spoken to me, and he himself has done this.5 I will walk humbly6 all my years because of this anguish of my soul.7
References for Isaiah 38:15
Lord, by such things men live; and my spirit finds life in them too. You restored me to health and let me live.8
References for Isaiah 38:16
Surely it was for my benefit9 that I suffered such anguish.10 In your love you kept me from the pit11 of destruction; you have put all my sins12 behind your back.13
References for Isaiah 38:17
For the grave14 cannot praise you, death cannot sing your praise;15 those who go down to the pit16 cannot hope for your faithfulness.
References for Isaiah 38:18
The living, the living--they praise17 you, as I am doing today; fathers tell their children18 about your faithfulness.
References for Isaiah 38:19
The LORD will save me, and we will sing19 with stringed instruments20 all the days of our lives21 in the temple22 of the LORD.
References for Isaiah 38:20
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 sign23 that I will go up to the temple of the LORD?"
References for Isaiah 38:22