Isaiah 38

CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN	Peshitta
1 In those days Hezekiah became ill and was near death. And so, Isaiah, the son of Amoz, the prophet, entered to him, and he said to him: “Thus says the Lord: Put your house in order, for you shall die, and you shall not live.”	1 ܒܗܘܢ ܒܝ̈ܘܡܬܐ ܗܢ̇ܘܢ ܐܬܟܪܗ ܚܙܩܝܐ ܠܡܡܬ ܘܐܬܐ ܠܘܬܗ ܐܫܥܝܐ ܢܒܝܐ ܒܪ ܐܡܘܨ ܘܐܡܪ ܠܗ ܗܟܢܐ ܐܡ̇ܪ ܡܪܝܐ ܦܩܕ ܥܠ ܒܝܬܟ ܡܛܠ ܕܡܐ̇ܬ ܐܢܬ ܘܠܐ ܚ̇ܝܐ ܐܢܬ
2 And Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and he prayed to the Lord.	2 ܘܐܦܢܝ ܚܙܩܝܐ ܐ̈ܦܘܗܝ ܠܐܣܬܐ ܘܨܠܝ ܚܙܩܝܐ ܩܕܡ ܡܪܝܐ
3 And he said: “I beg you, Lord, I beseech you, to remember how I walked before you in truth and with a whole heart, and that I have done what is good in your sight.” And Hezekiah wept with a great weeping.	3 ܘܐܡܪ ܐܘܢ ܡܪܝܐ ܐܬܕܟܪ ܕܗܠܟ̇ܬ ܩܕܡܝܟ ܒܩܘܫܬܐ ܘܒܠܒܐ ܫܠܡܐ ܘܕܫܦܝܪ ܩܕܡܝܟ ܥܒ̇ܕܬ ܘܒܟܐ ܚܙܩܝܐ ܒܟܬܐ ܪܒܬܐ
4 And the word of the Lord came to Isaiah, saying:	4 ܘܗܘܐ ܦܬܓܡܗ ܕܡܪܝܐ ܥܠ ܐܫܥܝܐ ܠܡܐܡܪ
5 “Go and say to Hezekiah: Thus says the Lord, the God of David, your father: I have heard your prayer, and I have seen your tears. Behold, I will add fifteen years to your days.	5 ܙܠ ܐܡܪ ܠܚܙܩܝܐ ܡܠܟܐ ܕܝܗܘܕܐ ܗܟܢܐ ܐܡ̇ܪ ܡܪܝܐ ܐܠܗܗ ܕܕܘܝܕ ܐܒܘܟ ܫܡ̇ܥܬ ܨܠܘܬܟ ܘܚܙ̇ܝܬ ܕܡ̈ܥܝܟ ܗܐ ܡܘܣܦ ܐܢܐ ܥܠ ܝܘܡ̈ܬܟ ܚܡܫܥܣܪ̈ܐ ܫ̈ܢܝܢ
6 And I will rescue you and this city from the hand of the king of the Assyrians, and I will protect it.	6 ܘܡܢ ܐ̈ܝܕܘܗܝ ܕܡܠܟܐ ܕܐܬܘܪ ܐܦܨܝܟ ܘܠܡܕܝܢܬܐ ܗܕܐ ܘܐܓܢ ܥܠ ܡܕܝܢܬܐ ܗܕܐ
7 And this will be a sign for you from the Lord, that the Lord will do this word, which he has spoken:	7 ܘܗܕܐ ܠܟ ܐܬܐ ܡܢ ܩܕܡ ܡܪܝܐ ܕܥܒ̇ܕ ܡܪܝܐ ܦܬܓܡܐ ܗܢܐ ܕܐܡܪ
8 Behold, I will cause the shadow of the lines, which has now descended on the sundial of Ahaz, to move in reverse for ten lines.” And so, the sun moved backward by ten lines, through the degrees by which it had descended.	8 ܗܐ ܡܗܦܟ ܐܢܐ ܛܠܠܐ ܕܕܪ̈ܓܐ ܕܢܚ̇ܬ ܒܕܪ̈ܓܐ ܕܐܚܙ ܐܒܘܟ ܫܡܫܐ ܠܒܣܬܪܗ ܥܣܪ̈ܐ ܕܪ̈ܓܝܢ ܘܗܦܟ ܫܡܫܐ ܠܒܣܬܪܗ ܥܣܪ̈ܐ ܕܪ̈ܓܝܢ ܒܕܪ̈ܓܐ ܕܢܚܬ
9 The writing of Hezekiah, the king of Judah, after he had fallen ill and had recovered from his sickness:	9 ܟܬܒܗ ܕܚܙܩܝܐ ܡܠܟܐ ܕܝܗܘܕܐ ܟܕ ܐܬܟܪܗ ܘܚܝܐ ܡܢ ܟܘܪܗܢܗ
10 “I said: In the middle of my days, I will go to the gates of Hell. So I sought the remainder of my years.	10 ܐܢܐ ܐܡ̇ܪܬ ܕܒܦܠܓܘܬ ܝܘ̈ܡܝ ܐܙܠ ܒܬܪܥܐ ܕܫܝܘܠ ܫܒ̇ܩܬ ܫܪܟܐ ܕܫ̈ܢܝ
11 I said: I will not see the Lord God in the land of the living. I will no longer behold man, nor the habitation of rest.	11 ܐܡ̇ܪܬ ܕܠܐ ܐܚܙܐ ܠܡܪܝܐ ܒܐܪܥܐ ܕܚ̈ܝܐ ܘܬܘܒ ܠܐ ܐܚܙܐ ܐܢܫܐ ܥܡ ܥܡ̇ܪ̈ܝ ܚܦܪܐ
12 My longevity has been taken away; it has been folded up and taken from me, like the tent of a shepherd. My life has been cut off, as if by a weaver. While I was still beginning, he cut me off. From morning until evening, you have marked out my limits.	12 ܕܪܝ ܫܩܠ ܘܥܒܪ ܡܢܝ ܐܝܟ ܡܫܟܢܐ ܕܪ̈ܥܘܬܐ ܐܬܩܦܕܘ ܐܝܟ ܣܝܪ̈ܣ ܚ̈ܝܝ ܘܐܝܟ ܢܘܠܐ ܕܩܪܝܒ ܠܡܬܓܕܕܘ ܡܢ ܐܝܡܡܐ ܘܥܕܡܐ ܠܠܠܝܐ ܐܫܠܡܬܢܝ
13 I hoped, even until morning. Like a lion, so has he crushed all my bones. From morning until evening, you have marked my limits.
14 I will cry out, like a young swallow. I will meditate, like a dove. My eyes have been weakened by gazing upward. O Lord, I suffer violence! Answer in my favor.	14 ܐܝܟ ܣܢܘܢܝܬܐ ܕܡܢܨܪܐ ܢܨ̇ܪܬ ܘܐܝܟ ܝܘܢܐ ܢܗ̇ܡܬ ܐܪܝܡ̇ܬ ܥܝܢ̈ܝ ܠܡܪܘܡܐ ܡܪܝܐ ܦܨܢܝ ܘܒܣܡܝܢܝ
15 What can I say, or what would he answer me, since he himself has done this? I will acknowledge to you all my years, in the bitterness of my soul.	15 ܘܡܢܐ ܐܡܠܠ ܐܡܪ ܠܝ ܘܗܘ ܥܒܪ ܘܐܢܕ ܟܠܗ̇ ܫܢܬܝ ܥܠ ܡܪ̈ܪܐ ܕܢܦܫܝ
16 O Lord, if such is life, and if the life of my spirit is of such a kind, may you correct me and may you cause me to live.	16 ܡܪܝܐ ܥܠܝܗܘܢ ܢܚܘܢ ܡܛܠ ܗܠܝܢ ܚ̈ܝܐ ܕܪܘܚܝ ܐܚܠܡܝܢܝ ܘܐܚܢܝ
17 Behold, in peace my bitterness is most bitter. But you have rescued my soul, so that it would not perish. You have cast all my sins behind your back.	17 ܗܐ ܠܫܠܡܐ ܡܪ ܠܝ ܡܪ̈ܪܐ ܘܐܢܬ ܨܒܝܬ ܒܢܦܫܝ ܕܠܐ ܬܒܠܐ ܒܚܒܠܐ ܡܛܠ ܕܫܕܝܬ ܒܣܬܪ ܓܘܫܡܟ ܟܠܗܘܢ ܚ̈ܛܗܝ
18 For Hell will not confess to you, and death will not praise you. Those who descend into the pit will not hope for your truth.	18 ܡܛܠ ܕܠܐ ܫܝܘܠ ܬܘܕܐ ܠܟ ܐܦ ܠܐ ܡܘܬܐ ܢܫܒܚܟ ܘܠܐ ܢܣܒܪܘܢ ܠܩܘܫܬܟ ܐܝܠܝܢ ܕܢܚ̇ܬܝܢ ܠܓܘܒܐ
19 The living, the living, these will give praise to you, as I also do this day! The father will make the truth known to the sons.	19 ܐܠܐ ܢܘܕܘܢ ܠܟ ܚ̈ܝܐ ܕܐܟܘܬܝ ܝܘܡܢܐ ܘܐܒܐ ܠܒ̈ܢܝܐ ܢܚܘܐ ܗܝܡܢܘܬܟ
20 O Lord, save me! And we will sing our psalms, all the days of our life, in the house of the Lord.”	20 ܡܪܝܐ ܢܦܪܩܢ ܘܬܫ̈ܒܚܬܗ ܢܫܒܚ ܟܠܗܘܢ ܝܘܡ̈ܬܐ ܕܚ̈ܝܝܢ ܒܒܝܬܗ ܕܡܪܝܐ
21 Now Isaiah had ordered them to take a paste of figs, and to spread it like plaster over the wound, so that he would be healed.	21 ܘܐܡܪ ܐܫܥܝܐ ܢܣܒܘܢ ܕܒܠܬܐ ܕܬܐ̈ܢܐ ܘܢܣܝܡܘܢ ܥܠ ܫܘܚܢܐ ܘܡܬܚܠܡ
22 And Hezekiah said, “What will be the sign that I may go up to the house of the Lord?”	22 ܘܐܡܪ ܚܙܩܝܐ ܡܢܐ ܗܝ ܐܬܐ ܕܣ̇ܠܩ ܐܢܐ ܠܒܝܬܗ ܕܡܪܝܐ