1In those days Hezekiah was ill and near death. And Isaiah the prophet, the son of Amoz, came to him, and said to him, The Lord says, Put your house in order; for your death is near. 2And Hezekiah, turning his face to the wall, made his prayer to the Lord, saying, 3O Lord, keep in mind how I have been true to you with all my heart, and have done what is good in your eyes. And Hezekiah gave way to bitter weeping. 4Then the word of the Lord came to Isaiah, saying, 5Go to Hezekiah, and say, The Lord, the God of David, your father, says, Your prayer has come to my ears, and I have seen your weeping: see, I will give you fifteen more years of life. 6And I will keep you and this town safe from the hands of the king of Assyria: and I will keep watch over this town. 7And Isaiah said, This is the sign the Lord will give you, that he will do what he has said: 8See, I will make the shade which has gone down on the steps of Ahaz with the sun, go back ten steps. So the shade went back the ten steps by which it had gone down. 9The writing of Hezekiah, king of Judah, after he had been ill, and had got better from his disease. 10I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me. 11I said, I will not see the Lord, even the Lord in the land of the living: I will not see man again or those living in the world. 12My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain. 13I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones. 14I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause. 15What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest. 16O Lord, for this cause I am waiting for you, give rest to my spirit: make me well again, and let me come back to life. 17See, in place of peace my soul had bitter sorrow. but you have kept back my soul from the underworld; for you have put all my sins out of your memory. 18For the underworld is not able to give you praise, death gives you no honour: for those who go down into the underworld there is no hope in your mercy. 19The living, the living man, he will give you praise, as I do this day: the father will give the story of your mercy to his children. 20O Lord, quickly be my saviour; so we will make my songs to corded instruments all the days of our lives in the house of the Lord. 21And Isaiah said, Let them take a cake of figs, and put it on the diseased place, and he will get well. 22And Hezekiah said, What is the sign that I will go up to the house of the Lord?
Matthew Henry's Commentary
Hezekiah's sickness and recovery. (1-8) His thanksgiving. (9-22) 1-8 When we pray in our sickness, though God send not to us such an answer as he here sent to Hezekiah, yet, if by his Spirit he bids us be of good cheer, assures us that our sins are forgiven, and that, whether we live or die, we shall be his, we do not pray in vain. See #2Ki 20:1-11|. 9-22 We have here Hezekiah's thanksgiving. It is well for us to remember the mercies we receive in sickness. Hezekiah records the condition he was in. He dwells upon this; I shall no more see the Lord. A good man wishes not to live for any other end than that he may serve God, and have communion with him. Our present residence is like that of a shepherd in his hut, a poor, mean, and cold lodging, and with a trust committed to our charge, as the shepherd has. Our days are compared to the weaver's shuttle, #Job 7:6|, passing and repassing very swiftly, every throw leaving a thread behind it; and when finished, the piece is cut off, taken out of the loom, and showed to our Master to be judged of. A good man, when his life is cut off, his cares and fatigues are cut off with it, and he rests from his labours. But our times are in God's hand; he has appointed what shall be the length of the piece. When sick, we are very apt to calculate our time, but are still at uncertainty. It should be more our care how we shall get safe to another world. And the more we taste of the loving-kindness of God, the more will our hearts love him, and live to him. It was in love to our poor perishing souls that Christ delivered them. The pardon does not make the sin not to have been sin, but not to be punished as it deserves. It is pleasant to think of our recoveries from sickness, when we see them flowing from the pardon of sin. Hezekiah's opportunity to glorify God in this world, he made the business, and pleasure, and end of life. Being recovered, he resolves to abound in praising and serving God. God's promises are not to do away, but to quicken and encourage the use of means. Life and health are given that we may glorify God and do good.