The Death of David

00:00:00 Speaker 1: Previously on The Chosen People. 00:00:03 Speaker 2: Now, rise, fill your horn with oil, and go to Jesse of Bethlehem. Among his sons you will find the king I have chosen. 00:00:17 Speaker 1: He was younger than Samuel had expected, no older than sixteen. There was nothing outwardly remarkable about him, and yet... He played his instrument as if the sky itself was listening. 00:00:31 Speaker 3: So come. 00:00:34 Speaker 4: Come to me, giant. 00:00:36 Speaker 5: Do your worst and I shall do mine. But today the Lord has called you to stand for those who would never stand for you. 00:00:47 Speaker 3: That is who we are. 00:00:49 Speaker 5: We are the ones who answer Christ for mercy even when no mercy was given to us. We are chosen by God to tread the path of righteousness. 00:01:01 Speaker 4: The giant slayer, the harpist of Bethlehem. 00:01:05 Speaker 6: The warrior who would not lift his hand against the king. The outlaw who guarded our borders when our king would not. You have been chosen by God and confirmed by the voice of the people. 00:01:20 Speaker 4: David, son of Jesse, rise now. 00:01:24 Speaker 3: As king of Judah. 00:01:26 Speaker 4: Not by birthright, but by divine anointing. 00:01:32 Speaker 2: Man sees the strength of the arms and the bearing of the shoulders. But I see the heart. 00:01:46 Speaker 1: The king's great hall was empty but for one. The pillars loomed, casting long shadows over Solomon's face. On the walls, woven tapestries whispered the tales of King David, the warrior king, the singer of songs, the slayer of giants, the man after God's own heart. His victories were stitched in crimson and gold. Solomon stood over the fire in the center of the hall, alone. In his hands he held his father's crown. The firelight played across its surface, catching on the intricate etchings of lions and olive branches. His fingers moved over them like a blind man reading a sacred text. His lips did not move, but a question haunted the hollow of his throat.' Am I worthy of this?' A voice cut the silence behind him like a drawn blade. My king. Solomon turned. Benaiah stood in the doorway, his armor brushed with soot and shadow, his expression unreadable. He bowed low. Your brother has sent word. 00:03:06 Speaker 4: Where is he now? 00:03:08 Speaker 1: Still clinging to the altar, refusing to move an inch until he has assurance he'll spare him. Solomon looked down at the crown in his hands, then up again at the throne. 00:03:21 Speaker 3: King David would show him mercy. He would. But what of King Solomon? Will he be a king of mercy? 00:03:31 Speaker 1: Solomon raised the king's crown. He wasn't David, and he didn't want to be. Solomon was not his father, but he worshipped the same God. 00:03:43 Speaker 4: Mercy and judgment must both be yielded to wisdom. I'll not dole out a pardon without proof of contrition. If Adonijah proves himself a man of honor, not one hair on his head shall fall. But if wickedness is found in him, then he dies. 00:04:01 Speaker 3: No deliberation, no margin. 00:04:04 Speaker 4: This is his only chance. 00:04:07 Speaker 1: Benaiah bowed again, his hand to his heart, and turned to go. But before he reached the door, he paused. There is another matter. 00:04:16 Speaker 3: David summons you to his chamber. 00:04:19 Speaker 1: Solomon nodded, his face grave beneath the crown. 00:04:24 Speaker 4: Thank you, Benaiah. I'll go at once. 00:04:28 Speaker 1: And the fire behind him burned on, its flames casting the shadow of a crowned man across the stones. The doors groaned open as Solomon stepped through slowly. A breath of warmth greeted him, thick with the perfume of spikenard and cedarwood. Firelight flickered from the hearth, its glow brushing the chamber in shifting amber hues. Beside the bed stood Arbishag, lovely as spring rain and silent as snowfall. She looked upon the young king with kindness and sorrow mingled in her gaze. She kissed David's withered cheek, Then passed Solomon with a soft hand on his arm. She said nothing. David lay still beneath his woven blankets, his body shriveled and pale, his breath drawn in slow, stuttering pulls. The warrior king of Israel. He had felled giants and written psalms, taken crowns and broken them. David wasn't an extraordinarily old man. He was no older than 70. But the life he had lived, the battles he had fought, and the weight he had carried had aged him rapidly. Solomon approached and knelt at his side, taking the old man's hand into his own. 00:06:00 Speaker 3: Hello, Father. 00:06:02 Speaker 1: David opened his eyes and smiled. His lips moved like wind through dry grass. 00:06:10 Speaker 3: Solomon, I am about to go the way of all the earth. 00:06:16 Speaker 1: Solomon felt his throat tighten. The tears threatened, but he held them back. David's fingers closed around his son's with surprising strength. 00:06:28 Speaker 4: You're wise, Solomon. But you must also be strong. Strong enough to overcome the tug of power. Show yourself a man. Keep the charge of the Lord your God. Walk in his ways. Keep his laws and commandments. Guard your heart with his testimonies. As Moses wrote them, If you hold fast to the word of God, you will prosper in all you do. 00:07:06 Speaker 1: The fire cracked. David turned his face toward the open window, the wind teasing the silver strands of his hair. 00:07:16 Speaker 4: For all my triumphs, there were many failures. I took what I should not have taken. I killed where I should have shown mercy. I stained the sword God placed in my hand, and yet Yet he never left me. 00:07:39 Speaker 1: He turned back, eyes glistening with memory and regret. 00:07:45 Speaker 4: He promised me, if my son walks in his ways, Israel will never lack a man on the throne. 00:07:55 Speaker 1: David gripped Solomon's arm and tucked him closer. Solomon bent low beside the bed. David placed a trembling hand on his head. and spoke a prayer. Then he pressed his lips to Solomon's brow. 00:08:12 Speaker 4: The Lord does not see as man sees Solomon. He does not see the outward appearance. 00:08:21 Speaker 3: But the heart. 00:08:23 Speaker 1: From beneath the blankets, David drew a scroll and pressed it into Solomon's hand. His eyes fluttered. I. 00:08:37 Speaker 3: I'm tired. 00:08:40 Speaker 1: I think I shall rest now. And with that, the king closed his eyes. Solomon kissed his father's forehead and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to memorize his father's face before time erased it. He knew David would not wake again. Solomon descended the steps like a man in a dream, the scroll clutched to his chest. He entered the library in silence, save for the whisper of his robes. He sat at the desk, the scroll unfurled beneath his fingers. The handwriting was David's. These were the last words of David, son of Jesse, the oracle of the shepherd-made king. the man raised on high, anointed by the God of Jacob, the sweetest psalmist of Israel. Solomon read, The final inspired words of David, son of Jesse. The Spirit of the Lord spoke through me. His word was on my tongue. The God of Israel spoke. The Rock of Israel said to me, When one rules over people in righteousness, when he rules in the fear of God, he's like the light of morning at sunrise on a cloudless morning, like the brightness after rain that brings grass from the earth. If my house were not right with God, surely he would not have made with me an everlasting covenant, arranged and secured in every part. Surely he would not bring to fruition my salvation and. 00:10:34 Speaker 3: Grant me my every desire. 00:10:39 Speaker 4: But evil men are to be cast aside like the thorns which are not gathered with their hands. Whoever touches thorns uses a tool of iron or the shaft of a spear. 00:10:51 Speaker 3: They are burdened up where they lie. 00:10:55 Speaker 1: Solomon ran his hand over the words. He smiled. He rolled the scroll and placed it within his cloak, close to his heart. Then he leaned over the desk and blew out the candle. Darkness swallowed the room. That evening... The king slept. David, son of Jesse, went to rest with his forefathers. He was buried in Jerusalem, the city of his triumphs, the jewel of his crown. He did not live to see the temple rise from stone, but from the grave he would witness a glory far greater. The man after God's own heart would at last rest near the heart of God. His throne would yield to a greater throne. His songs would be joined by choirs eternal. And his hope, a kingdom everlasting, ruled by a perfect king, would be fulfilled. Steve Gatina, Max Bard, Zach Schelleberger and Ben Gammon are the executive producers of The Chosen People, narrated by Paul Coltofianu. Characters are voiced by Jonathan Cotton, Aaron Salvato, Sarah Seltz, Mike Reagan, Stephen Ringwald, Sylvia Zaradoc, Thomas Copeland Jr., Rosanna Pilcher and Mitch Lashinsky. Music by Andrew Morgan-Smith. written by Aaron Salvato, Brie Rosely, and Chris Baig. You can hear more Prey.com productions on the Prey.com app, available on the Apple App Store and Google Play Store. If you enjoyed The Chosen People, please rate and leave a review.