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1 About that tyme was Hezekia sycke vnto the deeth. And the prophete Isay the sonne of Amoz came to him, and sayde vnto hym. Thus sayth the Lorde: put thyne housholde in an ordre, for thou shalte die, and not lyue.
2 And Hezekia turned his face to the wall, & prayed vnto the Lorde, sayenge:
3 I beseche the nowe, O Lorde, remembre howe I haue walked before the in trueth and with a perfecte herte, and haue done that which is good in thy syght, and Hezekia wepte sore.
4 And it fortuned that afore Isay was gone out into the myddle of the courte, the worde of the Lorde came to him, sayinge:
5 turne agayne, and tell Hezekia the captayne of my people: Thus sayth the Lorde God of Dauid thy father: I haue herde thy prayer, and sene thy teares. And beholde, I wyll heale the, so that on the thyrde daye thou shalt go vp into the house of the Lorde.