Your heart will muse on the terror:“ Where is he who counted, where is he who weighed the tribute? Where is he who counted the towers?”

你的心必思想那惊吓的事，自问说：“记数目的在哪里呢？平贡银的在哪里呢？数戍楼的在哪里呢？”

你的心必回想那些恐怖的事：“那数算的人在哪里？秤重的人在哪里？数点城楼的又在哪里呢？”

你的心必回想那些恐怖的事：“那数算的人在哪里？秤重的人在哪里？数点城楼的又在哪里呢？”

你们必想起以往可怕的情景，说：“登记人口的在哪里？收贡银的在哪里？数城楼的在哪里？”

你的心必默想已往的恐惧，说：“那记数目的在哪里？那称贡银的在哪里？那数点城楼的在哪里呢？”

你的心回想那些恐怖的事，就说：“记数的人在哪里？计量的人在哪里？数点塔楼的人又在哪里？”

你的心必思想那驚嚇的事，自問說：記數目的在哪裏呢？平貢銀的在哪裏呢？數戍樓的在哪裏呢？

你的心必回想那些恐怖的事：「那數算的人在哪裏？秤重的人在哪裏？數點城樓的又在哪裏呢？」

你的心必回想那些恐怖的事：「那數算的人在哪裏？秤重的人在哪裏？數點城樓的又在哪裏呢？」

你們必想起以往可怕的情景，說：「登記人口的在哪裡？收貢銀的在哪裡？數城樓的在哪裡？」

你的心必默想已往的恐懼，說：“那記數目的在哪裡？那稱貢銀的在哪裡？那數點城樓的在哪裡呢？”

你的心必回想已往的恐怖，說：『那記數目的在哪裏？那平貢銀的在哪裏？那數點譙樓的又在哪裏呢？』

你的心回想那些恐怖的事，就說：「記數的人在哪裡？計量的人在哪裡？數點塔樓的人又在哪裡？」

爾追憶已往之危懼、意謂會計者安在、權衡者安在、核計戍樓者安在、

頓忘昔日畏敵之心、自謂軍中繕寫、無庸也、筦庫無庸也、戍樓無庸也、

爾心追思已往之危、必自問曰、會計稅金者今安在、權衡貢物者今安在、指數樓臺樓臺或作戍樓者今安在、

In your thoughts you will ponder the former terror:“ Where is that chief officer? Where is the one who took the revenue? Where is the officer in charge of the towers?”

You will think about what used to terrify you. You will say to yourself,“ Where is that chief officer of Assyria? Where is the one who forced us to send gifts to his king? Where is the officer in charge of the towers that were used when we were attacked?”

You will think back to this time of terror, asking,“ Where are the Assyrian officers who counted our towers? Where are the bookkeepers who recorded the plunder taken from our fallen city?”

Your mind will meditate on the past terror:“ Where is the accountant? Where is the tribute collector? Where is the one who spied out our defenses?”

Your heart will meditate on terror:“ Where is one who counts? Where is one who weighs? Where is one who counts the towers?”

Your heart will meditate on terror:“ Where is the scribe? Where is he who weighs? Where is he who counts the towers?”

Thy heart shall muse on the terror: Where is he that counted, where is he that weighed the tribute? where is he that counted the towers?

Your mind will meditate on the past terror:“ Where is the accountant? Where is the tribute collector? Where is the one who spied out our defenses?”

Thine heart shall meditate terror. Where[ is] the scribe? where[ is] the receiver? where[ is] he that counted the towers?

Your mind will recall the terror you experienced, and you will ask yourselves,“ Where is the scribe? Where is the one who weighs the money? Where is the one who counts the towers?”

Your heart will meditate on the terror. Where is he who counted? Where is he who weighed? Where is he who counted the towers?

And Hezekiah king of Judah sent to the king of Assyria at Lachish, saying,“ I have done wrong; withdraw from me. Whatever you impose on me I will bear.” And the king of Assyria required of Hezekiah king of Judah three hundred talents of silver and thirty talents of gold.

Where is the one who is wise? Where is the scribe? Where is the debater of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world?

I had said in my alarm,“ I am cut off from your sight.” But you heard the voice of my pleas for mercy when I cried to you for help.

Pul the king of Assyria came against the land, and Menahem gave Pul a thousand talents of silver, that he might help him to confirm his hold on the royal power.

A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, after he had been sick and had recovered from his sickness:I said, In the middle of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years.I said, I shall not see the Lord, the Lord in the land of the living; I shall look on man no more among the inhabitants of the world.My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent; like a weaver I have rolled up my life; he cuts me off from the loom; from day to night you bring me to an end;I calmed myself until morning; like a lion he breaks all my bones; from day to night you bring me to an end.Like a swallow or a crane I chirp; I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my pledge of safety!What shall I say? For he has spoken to me, and he himself has done it. I walk slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.O Lord, by these things men live, and in all these is the life of my spirit. Oh restore me to health and make me live!Behold, it was for my welfare that I had great bitterness; but in love you have delivered my life from the pit of destruction, for you have cast all my sins behind your back.For Sheol does not thank you; death does not praise you; those who go down to the pit do not hope for your faithfulness.The living, the living, he thanks you, as I do this day; the father makes known to the children your faithfulness.The Lord will save me, and we will play my music on stringed instruments all the days of our lives, at the house of the Lord.Now Isaiah had said,“ Let them take a cake of figs and apply it to the boil, that he may recover.”Hezekiah also had said,“ What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of the Lord?”

At evening time, behold, terror! Before morning, they are no more! This is the portion of those who loot us, and the lot of those who plunder us.

You who have made me see many troubles and calamities will revive me again; from the depths of the earth you will bring me up again.

And David was greatly distressed, for the people spoke of stoning him, because all the people were bitter in soul, each for his sons and daughters. But David strengthened himself in the Lord his God.

Blessed be your discretion, and blessed be you, who have kept me this day from bloodguilt and from working salvation with my own hand!For as surely as the Lord, the God of Israel, lives, who has restrained me from hurting you, unless you had hurried and come to meet me, truly by morning there had not been left to Nabal so much as one male.”Then David received from her hand what she had brought him. And he said to her,“ Go up in peace to your house. See, I have obeyed your voice, and I have granted your petition.”And Abigail came to Nabal, and behold, he was holding a feast in his house, like the feast of a king. And Nabal’s heart was merry within him, for he was very drunk. So she told him nothing at all until the morning light.

I will rejoice and be glad in your steadfast love, because you have seen my affliction; you have known the distress of my soul,and you have not delivered me into the hand of the enemy; you have set my feet in a broad place.

For we do not want you to be unaware, brothers, of the affliction we experienced in Asia. For we were so utterly burdened beyond our strength that we despaired of life itself.Indeed, we felt that we had received the sentence of death. But that was to make us rely not on ourselves but on God who raises the dead.He delivered us from such a deadly peril, and he will deliver us. On him we have set our hope that he will deliver us again.

Do not listen to Hezekiah, for thus says the king of Assyria:‘ Make your peace with me and come out to me. Then each one of you will eat of his own vine, and each one of his own fig tree, and each one of you will drink the water of his own cistern,

Therefore the Lord God of hosts will send wasting sickness among his stout warriors, and under his glory a burning will be kindled, like the burning of fire.The light of Israel will become a fire, and his Holy One a flame, and it will burn and devour his thorns and briers in one day.The glory of his forest and of his fruitful land the Lord will destroy, both soul and body, and it will be as when a sick man wastes away.The remnant of the trees of his forest will be so few that a child can write them down.

my persecutions and sufferings that happened to me at Antioch, at Iconium, and at Lystra— which persecutions I endured; yet from them all the Lord rescued me.

Abraham listened to Ephron, and Abraham weighed out for Ephron the silver that he had named in the hearing of the Hittites, four hundred shekels of silver, according to the weights current among the merchants.