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Isaiah 38:9 - American Standard Version 2015

9 The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and was recovered of his sickness.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and was recovered of his sickness:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 This is the writing of Hezekiah king of Judah after he had been sick and had recovered from his sickness:

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and was recovered of his sickness.

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Common English Bible

9 A composition by Judah’s King Hezekiah when he was sick and then recovered from his sickness:

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 The writing of Hezekiah, the king of Judah, after he had fallen ill and had recovered from his sickness:

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Isaiah 38:9
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Moreover Hezekiah the king and the princes commanded the Levites to sing praises unto Jehovah with the words of David, and of Asaph the seer. And they sang praises with gladness, and they bowed their heads and worshipped.\par


For he maketh sore, and bindeth up;\par\tab He woundeth, and his hands make whole.


{\b For the Chief Musician. {\i A Psalm} of David the servant of Jehovah, who spake unto Jehovah the words of this song in the day that Jehovah delivered him from the hand of all his enemies, and from the hand of Saul: and he said,}\par\par\tab I love thee, O Jehovah, my strength.


I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol:\par\tab I am deprived of the residue of my years.


behold, I will cause the shadow on the steps, which is gone down on the dial of Ahaz with the sun, to return backward ten steps. So the sun returned ten steps on the dial whereon it was gone down.\par


See now that I, even I, am he, And there is no god with me: I kill, and I make alive; I wound, and I heal; And there is none that can deliver out of my hand.


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