I thought,<n id="1" /> &#8216;Now the Philistines will come down on me at Gilgal and I have not sought the <sc>Lordsc>&#8217;s favor.&#8217; So I felt obligated<n id="2" /> to offer the burnt offering.&#8221;p>

<p class="bodytext">I brought the leaders of Judah up on top of the wall, and I appointed two large choirs to give thanks. One was to proceed<n id="1" /> on the top of the wall southward toward the Dung Gate.

<p class="poetry">&#8220;I sent against you a plague like one of the Egyptian plagues.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">I killed your young men with the sword,p> <p class="poetry">along with the horses you had captured.p> <p class="poetry">I made the stench from the corpses<n id="2" /> rise up into your nostrils.p> <p class="poetry">Still you did not come back to me.&#8221;p> <p class="poetry">The <sc>Lordsc> is speaking!p>