Hizkijas saslimšana
(2Ķēn 20:1–112L 32:24–26)1 Tajās dienās Hizkija saslima uz miršanu. Pie viņa atnāca pravietis Jesaja, Āmoca dēls, un teica: “Tā saka Kungs: nokārto sava nama lietas, jo tu mirsi un vairs neatveseļosies.” 2 Hizkija pagriezās pret sienu, lūdza Kungu 3 un sacīja: “Ak, Kungs, atceries taču, ka es staigāju tavā priekšā patiesībā un no visas sirds un ka es darīju labu!” – un Hizkija gauži raudāja.
4 Tad pār Jesaju nāca Kunga vārds: 5 “Ej un runā uz Hizkiju: tā saka tava tēva Dāvida Dievs: es sadzirdēju tavu lūgšanu un redzēju tavas asaras – redzi, es pielikšu tavai dzīvei vēl piecpadsmit gadus! 6 Es izglābšu tevi no Asīrijas ķēniņa rokas un arī šo pilsētu – es sargāšu šo pilsētu! 7 Un šī tev ir zīme no Kunga, ka Kungs darīs, kā solījis. 8 Redzi, es pagriezīšu atpakaļ ēnu Āhāza saules pulkstenī, pagriezīšu atpakaļ sauli par desmit iedaļām!” – un tad saule pakāpās atpakaļ par desmit iedaļām, tāpat kā pirmīt bija kāpusi uz priekšu.
9 Šo rakstīja Jūdas ķēniņš Hizkija par savu slimību pēc tam, kad bija no slimības atlabis:
10 “Es sacīju:
jau pusmūžā man ir jāaiziet,
uz šeola vārtiem es norīkots
uz visiem gadiem,
kas manam mūžam atlikuši!
11 Es teicu: vairs man neredzēt Kungu,
Kungu dzīvo zemē,
vairs man cilvēku neredzēt
tur, kur mīt beigtie!
12 Mans mājoklis aizrauts,
no manis noritināts kā ganu telts,
kā audējs es savu dzīvi tinu,
nu izrauts no stellēm –
dienu un nakti viņš galē mani!
13 Līdz rītam saucu pēc palīga,
kā lauva viņš lauž man visus kaulus,
dienu un nakti viņš galē mani!
14 Kā bezdelīga, kā dzērve es klaigāju,
kā balodis guldzinu,
man acis gurdas, ka ne pacelt, –
mans Kungs, esmu nospiests, palīdzi man!
15 Ko lai es saku,
viņš man tā teica – viņš arī darīja,
visi mani gadi aizskrējuši,
nu dvēselē rūgtums!
16 Mans Kungs!
Tā cilvēks dzīvo, tur mans gars mīt –
dod man spēku un dzīvini mani!
17 Redzi, rūgtum rūgtais nāk man par labu,
tu izrāvi manu dvēseli
no nīcības bedres,
tu sev aiz muguras aizliki
visus manus grēkus!
18 Šeols tev nepateiksies,
nāve tevi neslavēs –
vairs necer tie, kas bedrē nokāpuši,
ka tu uzticams!
19 Dzīvie, dzīvie –
tie tev pateiksies kā es šodien,
tēvs darīs zināmu dēliem,
ka tu uzticams!
20 Kungs glābs mani –
visas manas dienas
es spēlēšu stīgas Kunga namā!”
21 Tad Jesaja teica: “Ņemiet vīģu plāceni un lieciet uz augoņa, tad viņš atlabs!” 22 Un Hizkija sacīja: “Kāda būs zīme, ka es atkal varēšu doties uz Kunga namu?”
Hezekiah Gets Sick and Almost Dies
(2 Kings 20.1-112 Chronicles 32.24-26)1 About this time, Hezekiah got sick and was almost dead. So I went in and told him, “The Lord says you won't ever get well. You are going to die, and so you had better start doing what needs to be done.”
2 Hezekiah turned toward the wall and prayed, 3 “Don't forget that I have been faithful to you, Lord. I have obeyed you with all my heart, and I do whatever you say is right.” After this, he cried hard.
4 Then the Lord sent me 5 with this message for Hezekiah:
I am the Lord God, who was worshiped by your ancestor David. I heard you pray, and I saw you cry. I will let you live 15 more years, 6 while I protect you and your city from the king of Assyria.
7 Now I will prove to you that I will keep my promise. 8 Do you see the shadow made by the setting sun on the stairway built for King Ahaz? I will make the shadow go back ten steps.
Then the shadow went back ten steps.
King Hezekiah's Song of Praise
9 This is what Hezekiah wrote after he got well:
10 I thought I would die
during my best years
and stay as a prisoner forever
in the world of the dead.
11 I thought I would never again
see you, my Lord,
or any of the people
who live on this earth.
12 My life was taken from me
like the tent that a shepherd
pulls up and moves.
You cut me off like thread
from a weaver's loom;
you make a wreck of me
day and night.
13 Until morning came, I thought
you would crush my bones
just like a hungry lion;
both night and day
you make a wreck of me.
14 I cry like a swallow;
I mourn like a dove.
My eyes are red
from looking to you, Lord.
I am in terrible trouble.
Please come and help me.
15 There's nothing I can say
in answer to you,
since you are the one
who has done this to me.
My life has turned sour;
I will limp until I die.
16 Your words and your deeds
bring life to everyone,
including me.
Please make me healthy
and strong again.
17 It was for my own good
that I had such hard times.
But your love protected me
from doom in the deep pit,
and you turned your eyes
away from my sins.
18 No one in the world of the dead
can thank you or praise you;
none of those in the deep pit
can hope for you
to show them
how faithful you are.
19 Only the living can thank you,
as I am doing today.
Each generation tells the next
about your faithfulness.
20 You, Lord, will save me,
and every day that we live
we will sing in your temple
to the music
of stringed instruments.
Isaiah's Advice to Hezekiah
21 I had told King Hezekiah's servants to put some mashed figs on the king's open sore, and he would get well. 22 Then Hezekiah asked for proof that he would again worship in the Lord's temple.
