King James Version2 Kings19

2 Kings

1 And it came to pass, when king Hezeki­ah heard it, that he rent his clothes, and cov­ered him­self with sack­cloth, and went into the house of the LORD. 2 And he sent Eli­akim, which was over the house­hold, and Sheb­na the scribe, and the el­ders of the priests, cov­ered with sack­cloth, to Isa­iah the prophet the son of Amoz. 3 And they said unto him, Thus saith Hezeki­ah, This day is a day of trou­ble, and of re­buke, and blas­phe­my: for the chil­dren are come to the birth, and there is not strength to bring forth. 4 It may be the LORD thy God will hear all the words of Rab­shakeh, whom the king of As­syr­ia his mas­ter hath sent to re­proach the liv­ing God; and will re­prove the words which the LORD thy God hath heard: where­fore lift up thy prayer for the rem­nant that are left. 5 So the ser­vants of king Hezeki­ah came to Isa­iah. 6 And Isa­iah said unto them, Thus shall ye say to your mas­ter, Thus saith the LORD, Be not afraid of the words which thou hast heard, with which the ser­vants of the king of As­syr­ia have blas­phemed me. 7 Be­hold, I will send a blast upon him, and he shall hear a ru­mour, and shall re­turn to his own land; and I will cause him to fall by the sword in his own land. 8 So Rab­shakeh re­turned, and found the king of As­syr­ia war­ring against Lib­nah: for he had heard that he was de­part­ed from Lachish. 9 And when he heard say of Tirhakah king of Ethiopia, Be­hold, he is come out to fight against thee: he sent mes­sen­gers again unto Hezeki­ah, say­ing, 10 Thus shall ye speak to Hezeki­ah king of Ju­dah, say­ing, Let not thy God in whom thou trustest de­ceive thee, say­ing, Jerusalem shall not be de­liv­ered into the hand of the king of As­syr­ia. 11 Be­hold, thou hast heard what the kings of As­syr­ia have done to all lands, by de­stroy­ing them ut­ter­ly: and shalt thou be de­liv­ered? 12 Have the gods of the na­tions de­liv­ered them which my fa­thers have de­stroyed; as Gozan, and Ha­ran, and Rezeph, and the chil­dren of Eden which were in The­lasar? 13 Where is the king of Hamath, and the king of Arpad, and the king of the city of Sephar­vaim, of Hena, and Ivah? 14 And Hezeki­ah re­ceived the let­ter of the hand of the mes­sen­gers, and read it: and Hezeki­ah went up into the house of the LORD, and spread it be­fore the LORD. 15 And Hezeki­ah prayed be­fore the LORD, and said, O LORD God of Is­rael, which dwellest between the cheru­bims, thou art the God, even thou alone, of all the king­doms of the earth; thou hast made heav­en and earth. 16 LORD, bow down thine ear, and hear: open, LORD, thine eyes, and see: and hear the words of Sen­nacherib, which hath sent him to re­proach the liv­ing God. 17 Of a truth, LORD, the kings of As­syr­ia have de­stroyed the na­tions and their lands, 18 And have cast their gods into the fire: for they were no gods, but the work of men's hands, wood and stone: there­fore they have de­stroyed them. 19 Now there­fore, O LORD our God, I be­seech thee, save thou us out of his hand, that all the king­doms of the earth may know that thou art the LORD God, even thou on­ly. 20 Then Isa­iah the son of Amoz sent to Hezeki­ah, say­ing, Thus saith the LORD God of Is­rael, That which thou hast prayed to me against Sen­nacherib king of As­syr­ia I have heard. 21 This is the word that the LORD hath spo­ken con­cern­ing him; The vir­gin the daugh­ter of Zion hath de­spised thee, and laughed thee to scorn; the daugh­ter of Jerusalem hath shak­en her head at thee. 22 Whom hast thou re­proached and blas­phemed? and against whom hast thou ex­alt­ed thy voice, and lift­ed up thine eyes on high? even against the Holy One of Is­rael. 23 By thy mes­sen­gers thou hast re­proached the Lord, and hast said, With the mul­ti­tude of my char­i­ots I am come up to the height of the moun­tains, to the sides of Lebanon, and will cut down the tall cedar trees there­of, and the choice fir trees there­of: and I will en­ter into the lodg­ings of his bor­ders, and into the for­est of his Carmel. 24 I have digged and drunk strange wa­ters, and with the sole of my feet have I dried up all the rivers of be­sieged places. 25 Hast thou not heard long ago how I have done it, and of an­cient times that I have formed it? now have I brought it to pass, that thou shouldest be to lay waste fenced cities into ru­inous heaps. 26 There­fore their in­hab­i­tants were of small pow­er, they were dis­mayed and con­found­ed; they were as the grass of the field, and as the green herb, as the grass on the house­tops, and as corn blast­ed be­fore it be grown up. 27 But I know thy abode, and thy go­ing out, and thy com­ing in, and thy rage against me. 28 Be­cause thy rage against me and thy tu­mult is come up into mine ears, there­fore I will put my hook in thy nose, and my bri­dle in thy lips, and I will turn thee back by the way by which thou camest. 29 And this shall be a sign unto thee, Ye shall eat this year such things as grow of them­selves, and in the sec­ond year that which springeth of the same; and in the third year sow ye, and reap, and plant vine­yards, and eat the fruits there­of. 30 And the rem­nant that is es­caped of the house of Ju­dah shall yet again take root down­ward, and bear fruit up­ward. 31 For out of Jerusalem shall go forth a rem­nant, and they that es­cape out of mount Zion: the zeal of the LORD of hosts shall do this. 32 There­fore thus saith the LORD con­cern­ing the king of As­syr­ia, He shall not come into this city, nor shoot an ar­row there, nor come be­fore it with shield, nor cast a bank against it. 33 By the way that he came, by the same shall he re­turn, and shall not come into this city, saith the LORD. 34 For I will de­fend this city, to save it, for mine own sake, and for my ser­vant David's sake. 35 And it came to pass that night, that the an­gel of the LORD went out, and smote in the camp of the As­syr­i­ans an hun­dred fourscore and five thou­sand: and when they arose ear­ly in the morn­ing, be­hold, they were all dead corpses. 36 So Sen­nacherib king of As­syr­ia de­part­ed, and went and re­turned, and dwelt at Nin­eveh. 37 And it came to pass, as he was wor­ship­ping in the house of Nis­roch his god, that Adram­m­elech and Sharez­er his sons smote him with the sword: and they es­caped into the land of Ar­me­nia. And Esarhad­don his son reigned in his stead.