Hezekiah Reach Death Door
After our Papa tell am say e no go recover, Hezekiah turn face to the wall and cry. Dem add fifteen years, and the sun shadow move back as proof. The prayer wey e write no hide how dying dey terrible, and e end with knowing say na the living dey praise am.
38 1For those days, Hezekiah come fall sick wey wan kill am. Isaiah di prophet, wey be Amoz pikin, come meet am talk say, "Na dis our Papa talk: Arrange your house well-well, because you go die; you no go recover."
2Hezekiah come turn im face face di wall, e pray to our Papa, 3e talk say, "Abeg, my Papa, remember how I waka faithfully for your front wit my whole heart, and I do wetin good for your eyes." Hezekiah come cry sotay im belle pain am.
4Na so di word of our Papa come reach Isaiah:
5"Go tell Hezekiah, 'Na dis our Papa talk, di Papa of your grand-grand-papa David: I don hear your prayer and I don see your tears. I dey add fifteen years give your life.' 6I go rescue you and dis city comot for di king of Assyria hand; I go defend dis city.
7"Na dis be your sign from our Papa say e go do wetin e promise: 8See, I go turn di shadow back ten steps wey di sun don comot go down for Ahaz stairway." So di sun come turn back di ten steps wey e don go down.
9Something wey Hezekiah, king of Judah, write, afta im sickness and recovery: 10I talk say, "For di middle of my days I must pass di gates of di grave; dem don rob me di rest of my years." 11I talk say, "I no go see our Papa imself for di land of di living; I no go look human being again, among dose wey dey stay for dis passing world. 12Dem don pull my house comot and carry am go from me like shepherd tent. I don roll up my life like weaver; e cut me comot for di loom; from day reach night you dey bring me to my end. 13I wait quiet-quiet reach morning, but like lion e break all my bones; from day reach night you dey bring me to my end. 14Like swift or crane bird I dey chirp; I dey moan like dove. My eyes don tire to dey look up. O Sovereign Papa, wahala dey press me; be my guarantee of safety!" 15Wetin I fit talk? E don talk to me, and na imself do am. I go waka slow-slow all my years because of di bitterness of my soul. 16O Sovereign Papa, na by such things people dey live, and for all of dem na di life of my spirit dey. So bring me back to health and make I live! 17For true, na for my own good I take suffer such bitterness. For your love you hold my life back from di pit of destruction, because you don throw all my sins go your back. 18Because di grave no fit praise you; death no fit sing your praise. Dose wey dey go down enter di pit no fit hope for your faithfulness. 19Di living, di living—na dem dey praise you, as I dey do dis day; di papa dey make your faithfulness known to di children. 20Our Papa go save me, and we go play my songs for stringed instruments all di days of our lives, for di house of our Papa.
21Isaiah bin talk say, "Make dem take fig cake, put am for di boil, and e go recover." 22Hezekiah bin ask say, "Wetin be di sign say I go go up to di house of our Papa?"
