You are that man.

It happened, late one afternoon, when David arose from his couch and was walking on the roof of the king’s house, that he saw from the roof a woman bathing; and the woman was very beautiful. And David sent and inquired about the woman. And one said, “Is not this Bathsheba, the daughter of Eliam,the wife of Uriah the Hittite?” So David sent messengers and took her, and she came to him, and he lay with her. (Now she had been purifying herself from her uncleanness.) Then she returned to her house. And the woman conceived, and she sent and told David, “I am pregnant.”

In the morning David wrote a letter to Joab and sent it by the hand of Uriah. In the letter he wrote, “Set Uriah in the forefront of the hardest fighting, and then draw back from him, that he may be struck down, and die.”

When the wife of Uriah heard that Uriah her husband was dead, she lamented over her husband. And when the mourning was over, David sent and brought her to his house, and she became his wife and bore him a son. But the thing that David had done displeased the LORD.

Then David’s anger was greatly kindled against the man, and he said to Nathan, “As the LORD lives, the man who has done this deserves to die, and he shall restore the lamb fourfold, because he did this thing, and because he had no pity.”

Nathan said to David, “You are the man!

For you did it secretly, but I will do this thing before all Israel and before the sun.

Have mercy on me, O God,/ according to your steadfast love;/ according to your abundant mercy/ blot out my transgressions./ Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity,/ and cleanse me from my sin!

For I know my transgressions,/ and my sin is ever before me./ Against you, you only, have I sinned/ and done what is evil in your sight,/ so that you may be justified in your words/ and blameless in your judgment.

Create in me a clean heart, O God,/ and renew a right spirit within me./ Cast me not away from your presence,/ and take not your Holy Spirit from me./ Restore to me the joy of your salvation,/ and uphold me with a willing spirit.

Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God,/ O God of my salvation,/ and my tongue will sing aloud of your righteousness./ O Lord, open my lips,/ and my mouth will declare your praise.

For you will not delight in sacrifice, or I would give it;/ you will not be pleased with a burnt offering./ The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;/ a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.



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