The king heard that King Tirhakah of Ethiopia was marching out to fight him. He again sent messengers to Hezekiah, ordering them:

My skin has turned dark on me; my body is hot with fever.

I keep track of every bird in the hills, and the insects of the field are mine.

You keep track of my misery. Put my tears in your leather container! Are they not recorded in your scroll?

If you, O Lord, were to keep track of sins, O Lord, who could stand before you?

in the twilight, the evening, in the dark of the night.

The king heard that King Tirhakah of Ethiopia was marching out to fight him. He again sent messengers to Hezekiah, ordering them: