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The Destruction of Sennacherib

July 28, 2006

2 Kings 19:35-36

“And that night the angel of the LORD went out and struck down 185,000 in the camp of the Assyrians. And when people arose early in the morning, behold, these were all dead bodies. Then Sennacherib king of Assyria departed and went home and lived at Nineveh.”

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,

And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;

The sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,

When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,

That host with their banners at sunset were seen:

Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn had blown,

That host on tomorrow lay withered and strown.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,

And he breathed in the face of the foe as he passed,

And the eyes of the sleepers turned deadly and chill,

Their hearts but once heaved – and for ever grew still!

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,

But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;

The foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,

As cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,

With dew on his brow, and rust on his mail:

The tents were all silent – the banners alone

The lances unlifted – the trumpets unblown.

Now the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,

And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;

The might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,

Had melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

Lord Byron

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