Then Zedekiah the son of Chenaanah came near and struck Micaiah on the cheek and said, “How did the Spirit of the Lord pass from me to speak to you?”

Now the rest of the acts of Jehoshaphat, and his might which he showed and how he warred, are they not written in the Book of the Chronicles of the Kings of Judah?

When the king of Israel read the letter, he tore his clothes and said, “Am I God, to kill and to make alive, that this man is sending word to me to cure a man of his leprosy? But consider now, and see how he is seeking a quarrel against me.”

Then his servants came near and spoke to him and said, “My father, had the prophet told you to do some great thing, would you not have done it? How much more then, when he says to you, ‘Wash, and be clean’?”

Now Elisha was sitting in his house, and the elders were sitting with him. And the king sent a man from his presence; but before the messenger came to him, he said to the elders, “Do you see how this son of a murderer has sent to take away my head? Look, when the messenger comes, shut the door and hold the door shut against him. Is not the sound of his master’s feet behind him?”

As he was relating to the king how he had restored to life the one who was dead, behold, the woman whose son he had restored to life appealed to the king for her house and for her field. And Gehazi said, “My lord, O king, this is the woman and this is her son, whom Elisha restored to life.”

But they feared greatly and said, “Behold, the two kings did not stand before him; how then can we stand?”

Then Jehoahaz entreated the favor of the Lord, and the Lord listened to him; for He saw the oppression of Israel, how the king of Aram oppressed them.

Now the rest of the acts of Jehoash which he did, and his might and how he fought with Amaziah king of Judah, are they not written in the Book of the Chronicles of the Kings of Israel?

Now the rest of the acts of Jeroboam and all that he did and his might, how he fought and how he recovered for Israel, Damascus and Hamath, which had belonged to Judah, are they not written in the Book of the Chronicles of the Kings of Israel?

So one of the priests whom they had carried away into exile from Samaria came and lived at Bethel, and taught them how they should fear the Lord.

How then can you repulse one official of the least of my master’s servants, and rely on Egypt for chariots and for horsemen?

“Remember now, O Lord, I beseech You, how I have walked before You in truth and with a whole heart and have done what is good in Your sight.” And Hezekiah wept bitterly.

Now the rest of the acts of Hezekiah and all his might, and how he made the pool and the conduit and brought water into the city, are they not written in the Book of the Chronicles of the Kings of Judah?

David was afraid of God that day, saying, “How can I bring the ark of God home to me?”

Now send me a skilled man to work in gold, silver, brass and iron, and in purple, crimson and violet fabrics, and who knows how to make engravings, to work with the skilled men whom I have in Judah and Jerusalem, whom David my father provided.

Send me also cedar, cypress and algum timber from Lebanon, for I know that your servants know how to cut timber of Lebanon; and indeed my servants will work with your servants,

the son of a Danite woman and a Tyrian father, who knows how to work in gold, silver, bronze, iron, stone and wood, and in purple, violet, linen and crimson fabrics, and who knows how to make all kinds of engravings and to execute any design which may be assigned to him, to work with your skilled men and with those of my lord David your father.

“But will God indeed dwell with mankind on the earth? Behold, heaven and the highest heaven cannot contain You; how much less this house which I have built.

How blessed are your men, how blessed are these your servants who stand before you continually and hear your wisdom.

Then King Rehoboam consulted with the elders who had served his father Solomon while he was still alive, saying, “How do you counsel me to answer this people?”

Then the king said to him, “How many times must I adjure you to speak to me nothing but the truth in the name of the Lord?”

Then a spirit came forward and stood before the Lord and said, ‘I will entice him.’ And the Lord said to him, ‘How?’

Then Zedekiah the son of Chenaanah came near and struck Micaiah on the cheek and said, “How did the Spirit of the Lord pass from me to speak to you?”

see how they are rewarding us by coming to drive us out from Your possession which You have given us as an inheritance.

Now therefore, do not let Hezekiah deceive you or mislead you like this, and do not believe him, for no god of any nation or kingdom was able to deliver his people from my hand or from the hand of my fathers. How much less will your God deliver you from my hand?’”

His prayer also and how God was entreated by him, and all his sin, his unfaithfulness, and the sites on which he built high places and erected the Asherim and the carved images, before he humbled himself, behold, they are written in the records of the Hozai.

Then the king said to me, the queen sitting beside him, “How long will your journey be, and when will you return?” So it pleased the king to send me, and I gave him a definite time.

I told them how the hand of my God had been favorable to me and also about the king’s words which he had spoken to me. Then they said, “Let us arise and build.” So they put their hands to the good work.

Hear, O our God, how we are despised! Return their reproach on their own heads and give them up for plunder in a land of captivity.

They found written in the law how the Lord had commanded through Moses that the sons of Israel should live in booths during the feast of the seventh month.

Every day Mordecai walked back and forth in front of the court of the harem to learn how Esther was and how she fared.

Then Haman recounted to them the glory of his riches, and the number of his sons, and every instance where the king had magnified him and how he had promoted him above the princes and servants of the king.

For how can I endure to see the calamity which will befall my people, and how can I endure to see the destruction of my kindred?”

‘How much more those who dwell in houses of clay,
Whose foundation is in the dust,
Who are crushed before the moth!

“Behold, how happy is the man whom God reproves,
So do not despise the discipline of the Almighty.

“Teach me, and I will be silent;
And show me how I have erred.

“How painful are honest words!
But what does your argument prove?

“How long will you say these things,
And the words of your mouth be a mighty wind?

“In truth I know that this is so;
But how can a man be in the right before God?

“It is God who removes the mountains, they know not how,
When He overturns them in His anger;

“How then can I answer Him,
And choose my words before Him?

“How many are my iniquities and sins?
Make known to me my rebellion and my sin.

How much less one who is detestable and corrupt,
Man, who drinks iniquity like water!

“How long will you hunt for words?
Show understanding and then we can talk.

“How long will you torment me
And crush me with words?

“If you say, ‘How shall we persecute him?’
And ‘What pretext for a case against him can we find?’

“How often is the lamp of the wicked put out,
Or does their calamity fall on them?
Does God apportion destruction in His anger?

“How then will you vainly comfort me,
For your answers remain full of falsehood?”

“Is not God in the height of heaven?
Look also at the distant stars, how high they are!

“How then can a man be just with God?
Or how can he be clean who is born of woman?

How much less man, that maggot,
And the son of man, that worm!”

“What a help you are to the weak!
How you have saved the arm without strength!

“Behold, these are the fringes of His ways;
And how faint a word we hear of Him!
But His mighty thunder, who can understand?”

“I have made a covenant with my eyes;
How then could I gaze at a virgin?

“For I do not know how to flatter,
Else my Maker would soon take me away.

“How much less when you say you do not behold Him,
The case is before Him, and you must wait for Him!

“Do you know how God establishes them,
And makes the lightning of His cloud to shine?

How blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked,
Nor stand in the path of sinners,
Nor sit in the seat of scoffers!

Do homage to the Son, that He not become angry, and you perish in the way,
For His wrath may soon be kindled.
How blessed are all who take refuge in Him!

A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.
O Lord, how my adversaries have increased!
Many are rising up against me.

O sons of men, how long will my honor become a reproach?
How long will you love what is worthless and aim at deception? Selah.

And my soul is greatly dismayed;
But You, O Lord—how long?

For the choir director; on the Gittith. A Psalm of David.
O Lord, our Lord,
How majestic is Your name in all the earth,
Who have displayed Your splendor above the heavens!

O Lord, our Lord,
How majestic is Your name in all the earth!

For the choir director. A Psalm of David.
In the Lord I take refuge;
How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain;

For the choir director. A Psalm of David.
How long, O Lord? Will You forget me forever?
How long will You hide Your face from me?

How long shall I take counsel in my soul,
Having sorrow in my heart all the day?
How long will my enemy be exalted over me?

For the choir director. A Psalm of David.
O Lord, in Your strength the king will be glad,
And in Your salvation how greatly he will rejoice!

How great is Your goodness,
Which You have stored up for those who fear You,
Which You have wrought for those who take refuge in You,
Before the sons of men!

A Psalm of David. A Maskil.
How blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven,
Whose sin is covered!

How blessed is the man to whom the Lord does not impute iniquity,
And in whose spirit there is no deceit!

O taste and see that the Lord is good;
How blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him!

Lord, how long will You look on?
Rescue my soul from their ravages,
My only life from the lions.

How precious is Your lovingkindness, O God!
And the children of men take refuge in the shadow of Your wings.

“Lord, make me to know my end
And what is the extent of my days;
Let me know how transient I am.

How blessed is the man who has made the Lord his trust,
And has not turned to the proud, nor to those who lapse into falsehood.

For the choir director. A Psalm of David.
How blessed is he who considers the helpless;
The Lord will deliver him in a day of trouble.

They return at evening, they howl like a dog,
And go around the city.

They return at evening, they howl like a dog,
And go around the city.

How long will you assail a man,
That you may murder him, all of you,
Like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?

How blessed is the one whom You choose and bring near to You
To dwell in Your courts.
We will be satisfied with the goodness of Your house,
Your holy temple.

Say to God, “How awesome are Your works!
Because of the greatness of Your power Your enemies will give feigned obedience to You.

They say, “How does God know?
And is there knowledge with the Most High?”

How they are destroyed in a moment!
They are utterly swept away by sudden terrors!

We do not see our signs;
There is no longer any prophet,
Nor is there any among us who knows how long.

How long, O God, will the adversary revile,
And the enemy spurn Your name forever?

Arise, O God, and plead Your own cause;
Remember how the foolish man reproaches You all day long.

How often they rebelled against Him in the wilderness
And grieved Him in the desert!

How long, O Lord? Will You be angry forever?
Will Your jealousy burn like fire?

O Lord God of hosts,
How long will You be angry with the prayer of Your people?

How long will you judge unjustly
And show partiality to the wicked? Selah.

For the choir director; on the Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah.
How lovely are Your dwelling places,
O Lord of hosts!

How blessed are those who dwell in Your house!
They are ever praising You. Selah.

How blessed is the man whose strength is in You,
In whose heart are the highways to Zion!

O Lord of hosts,
How blessed is the man who trusts in You!

How blessed are the people who know the joyful sound!
O Lord, they walk in the light of Your countenance.

How long, O Lord?
Will You hide Yourself forever?
Will Your wrath burn like fire?

Remember, O Lord, the reproach of Your servants;
How I bear in my bosom the reproach of all the many peoples,

Do return, O Lord; how long will it be?
And be sorry for Your servants.