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Isaiah 38:21
And Isaiah said, Let them take a cake of figs, and put it on the diseased place, and he will get well.

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Isaiah 38:21
And Isaiah said, Let them take a cake of figs, and put it on the diseased place, and he will get well.

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Isaiah 38:4
Then the word of the Lord came to Isaiah, saying,

Isaiah 38:15
What 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.

Isaiah 38:16
O 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.

Isaiah 38:17
See, 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.

Isaiah 38:18
For 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.

Isaiah 38:19
The 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.

Isaiah 38:20
O 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.

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Isaiah 38:9
The writing of Hezekiah, king of Judah, after he had been ill, and had got better from his disease.

Isaiah 38:10
I 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.

Isaiah 38:11
I 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.

Isaiah 38:12
My 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.

Isaiah 38:13
I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.

Isaiah 38:14
I 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.


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