1 Chronicles, Chapter 25

(1) Moreover David and the captains of the host separated to the service of the sons of Asaph, and of Heman, and of Jeduthun, who should prophesy with harps, with psalteries, and with cymbals: and the number of the workmen according to their service was: (2) Of the sons of Asaph; Zaccur, and Joseph, and Nethaniah, and Asarelah, the sons of Asaph under the hands of Asaph, which prophesied according to the order of the king. (3) Of Jeduthun: the sons of Jeduthun; Gedaliah, and Zeri, and Jeshaiah, Hashabiah, and Mattithiah, six, under the hands of their father Jeduthun, who prophesied with a harp, to give thanks and to praise the LORD. (4) Of Heman: the sons of Heman: Bukkiah, Mattaniah, Uzziel, Shebuel, and Jerimoth, Hananiah, Hanani, Eliathah, Giddalti, and Romamtiezer, Joshbekashah, Mallothi, Hothir, and Mahazioth: (5) All these were the sons of Heman the king's seer in the words of God, to lift up the horn. And God gave to Heman fourteen sons and three daughters. (6) All these were under the hands of their father for song in the house of the LORD, with cymbals, psalteries, and harps, for the service of the house of God, according to the king's order to Asaph, Jeduthun, and Heman. (7) So the number of them, with their brethren that were instructed in the songs of the LORD, even all that were cunning, was two hundred fourscore and eight. (8) And they cast lots, ward against ward, as well the small as the great, the teacher as the scholar. (9) Now the first lot came forth for Asaph to Joseph: the second to Gedaliah, who with his brethren and sons were twelve: (10) The third to Zaccur, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (11) The fourth to Izri, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (12) The fifth to Nethaniah, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (13) The sixth to Bukkiah, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (14) The seventh to Jesharelah, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (15) The eighth to Jeshaiah, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (16) The ninth to Mattaniah, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (17) The tenth to Shimei, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (18) The eleventh to Azareel, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (19) The twelfth to Hashabiah, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (20) The thirteenth to Shubael, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (21) The fourteenth to Mattithiah, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (22) The fifteenth to Jeremoth, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (23) The sixteenth to Hananiah, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (24) The seventeenth to Joshbekashah, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (25) The eighteenth to Hanani, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (26) The nineteenth to Mallothi, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (27) The twentieth to Eliathah, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (28) The one and twentieth to Hothir, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (29) The two and twentieth to Giddalti, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (30) The three and twentieth to Mahazioth, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve: (31) The four and twentieth to Romamtiezer, he, his sons, and his brethren, were twelve.

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Psalm for the Sick

O Lord, in your anger punish me not; in your wrath chastise me not. For your arrows have sunk deep in me; your hand has come down upon me. There is no health in my flesh because of your indignation; there is no wholeness in my bones because of my sin. For my iniquities have overwhelmed me; they are like a heavy burden, beyond my strength. Noisome and festering are my sores, because of my folly. I am stooped and bowed down profoundly; all the day I go in mourning. For my loins are filled with burning pains; there is no health in my flesh. I am numbed and severely crushed; I roar with anguish of heart. O Lord, all my desire is before you; from you my groaning is not hid. My heart throbs, my strength forsakes me; the very light of my eyes has failed me. For I am very near to falling; and my grief is with me always. Indeed, I acknowledge my guilt; I grieve over my sins. Forsake me not, O Lord,; my God be not far from me! Make haste to help me, O Lord, my salvation. Let me know, O Lord, my end and what is the number of my days, that I may learn how frail I am. A short span you have made my days, and my life is as nought before you; only a breath is any human existence. Hear my prayer, O Lord, to my cry give ear; to my weeping be not deaf! For I am but a wayfarer before you, a pilgrim like all my fathers. Turn you gaze from me that I may find respite, ere I depart and be no more. Taken from Psalms 37 and 38

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