Why is my sorrow become perpetual, and my wound desperate so as to refuse to be healed? It is become to me as the falsehood of deceitful waters that cannot be trusted.
Thy destruction is not hidden, thy wound is grievous: all that have heard the fame of thee, have clapped their hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?
AND it came to pass in the fourteenth year of king Ezechias, that Sennacherib, king of the Assyrians, came up against all the fenced cities of Juda and took them.
And the king of the Assyrians sent Rabsaces from Lachis to Jerusalem, to king Ezechias with a great army: and he stood by the conduit of the upper pool in the way of the fuller's field.