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

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?”

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?”

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?

Then Hezekiah king of Judah sent to the king of Assyria at Lachish, saying,“ I have done wrong; turn away from me; whatever you impose on me I will pay.” And the king of Assyria assessed Hezekiah king of Judah three hundred talents of silver and thirty talents of gold.

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

For I said in my haste,“ I am cut off from before Your eyes”; Nevertheless You heard the voice of my supplications When I cried out to You.

Pul king of Assyria came against the land; and Menahem gave Pul a thousand talents of silver, that his hand might be with him to strengthen the kingdom under his control.

This is the writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick and had recovered from his sickness:I said,“ In the prime of my life I shall go to the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the remainder of my years.”I said,“ I shall not see YAH, The Lord in the land of the living; I shall observe man no more among the inhabitants of the world.My life span is gone, Taken from me like a shepherd’s tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver. He cuts me off from the loom; From day until night You make an end of me.I have considered until morning— Like a lion, So He breaks all my bones; From day until night You make an end of me.Like a crane or a swallow, so I chattered; I mourned like a dove; My eyes fail from looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; Undertake for me!“ What shall I say? He has both spoken to me, And He Himself has done it. I shall walk carefully all my years In the bitterness of my soul.O Lord, by these things men live; And in all these things is the life of my spirit; So You will restore me and make me live.Indeed it was for my own peace That I had great bitterness; But You have lovingly delivered my soul from the pit of corruption, For You have cast all my sins behind Your back.For Sheol cannot thank You, Death cannot praise You; Those who go down to the pit cannot hope for Your truth.The living, the living man, he shall praise You, As I do this day; The father shall make known Your truth to the children.“ The Lord was ready to save me; Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments All the days of our life, in the house of the Lord.”Now Isaiah had said,“ Let them take a lump of figs, and apply it as a poultice on the boil, and he shall recover.”And Hezekiah had said,“ What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of the Lord?”

Then behold, at eventide, trouble! And before the morning, he is no more. This is the portion of those who plunder us, And the lot of those who rob us.

You, who have shown me great and severe troubles, Shall revive me again, And bring me up again from the depths of the earth.

Now David was greatly distressed, for the people spoke of stoning him, because the soul of all the people was grieved, every man for his sons and his daughters. But David strengthened himself in the Lord his God.

And blessed is your advice and blessed are you, because you have kept me this day from coming to bloodshed and from avenging myself with my own hand.For indeed, as the Lord God of Israel lives, who has kept me back from hurting you, unless you had hurried and come to meet me, surely by morning light no males would have been left to Nabal!”So David received from her hand what she had brought him, and said to her,“ Go up in peace to your house. See, I have heeded your voice and respected your person.”Now Abigail went to Nabal, and there 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; therefore she told him nothing, little or much, until morning light.

I will be glad and rejoice in Your mercy, For You have considered my trouble; You have known my soul in adversities,And have not shut me up into the hand of the enemy; You have set my feet in a wide place.

For we do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, of our trouble which came to us in Asia: that we were burdened beyond measure, above strength, so that we despaired even of life.Yes, we had the sentence of death in ourselves, that we should not trust in ourselves but in God who raises the dead,who delivered us from so great a death, and does deliver us; in whom we trust that He will still deliver us,

Do not listen to Hezekiah; for thus says the king of Assyria:‘ Make peace with me by a present and come out to me; and every one of you eat from his own vine and every one from his own fig tree, and every one of you drink the waters of his own cistern;

Therefore the Lord, the Lord of hosts, Will send leanness among his fat ones; And under his glory He will kindle a burning Like the burning of a fire.So the Light of Israel will be for a fire, And his Holy One for a flame; It will burn and devour His thorns and his briers in one day.And it will consume the glory of his forest and of his fruitful field, Both soul and body; And they will be as when a sick man wastes away.Then the rest of the trees of his forest Will be so few in number That a child may write them.

persecutions, afflictions, which happened to me at Antioch, at Iconium, at Lystra— what persecutions I endured. And out of them all the Lord delivered me.

And Abraham listened to Ephron; and Abraham weighed out the silver for Ephron which he had named in the hearing of the sons of Heth, four hundred shekels of silver, currency of the merchants.