David replied, “Here is the king’s spear! Let one of your servants cross over and get it.

David said to him, “If you leave with me you will be a burden to me.

Meanwhile David had gone to Mahanaim, while Absalom and all the men of Israel had crossed the Jordan River.

So the king said to Barzillai, “Cross over with me, and I will take care of you while you are with me in Jerusalem.”

He removed the male cultic prostitutes from the land and got rid of all the disgusting idols his ancestors had made.

As the sun was setting, a cry went through the camp, “Each one should return to his city and to his homeland.”

Archers shot King Josiah; the king ordered his servants, “Take me out of this chariot, for I am seriously wounded.”

A proclamation was circulated throughout Judah and Jerusalem that all the exiles were to be assembled in Jerusalem.

If he passes by me, I cannot see him, if he goes by, I cannot perceive him.

Since man’s days are determined, the number of his months is under your control; you have set his limit and he cannot pass it.

Terrors are turned loose on me; they drive away my honor like the wind, and like a cloud my deliverance has passed away.

In a moment they die, in the middle of the night, people are shaken and they pass away. The mighty are removed effortlessly.

But now, the sun cannot be looked at – it is bright in the skies – after a wind passed and swept the clouds away.

You have scrutinized my inner motives; you have examined me during the night. You have carefully evaluated me, but you find no sin. I am determined I will say nothing sinful.

For my sins overwhelm me; like a heavy load, they are too much for me to bear.

One deep stream calls out to another at the sound of your waterfalls; all your billows and waves overwhelm me.

He turned the sea into dry land; they passed through the river on foot. Let us rejoice in him there!

When the Lord heard this, he was furious. A fire broke out against Jacob, and his anger flared up against Israel,

As they pass through the Baca Valley, he provides a spring for them. The rain even covers it with pools of water.

Yes, in your eyes a thousand years are like yesterday that quickly passes, or like one of the divisions of the nighttime.