And it came to pass in the month Nisan, in the twentieth year of
Artaxerxes the king, that wine was before him: and I took up the wine,
and gave it unto the king. Now I had not been beforetime sad in his
presence. Wherefore the king said unto me, Why is thy countenance sad,
seeing thou art not sick? this is nothing else but sorrow of heart.
Then I was very sore afraid, and said unto the king, Let the king live
for ever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the
place of my fathers' sepulchres, lieth waste, and the gates thereof are
consumed with fire? Then the king said unto me, For what dost thou make
request? So I prayed to the God of heaven. And I said unto the king, If
it please the king, and if thy servant have found favour in thy sight,
that thou wouldest send me unto Judah, unto the city of my fathers'
sepulchres, that I may build it. And the king said unto me, (the queen
also sitting by him,) For how long shall thy journey be? and when wilt
thou return? So it pleased the king to send me; and I set him a time.
Moreover I said unto the king, If it please the king, let letters be
given me to the governors beyond the river, that they may convey me
over till I come into Judah; and a letter unto Asaph the keeper of the
king's forest, that he may give me timber to make beams for the gates
of the palace which appertained to the house, and for the wall of the
city, and for the house that I shall enter into. And the king granted
me, according to the good hand of my God upon me.
Then I came to the governors beyond the river, and gave them the king's
letters. Now the king had sent captains of the army and horsemen with
me. So I came to Jerusalem, and was there three days. And I arose in
the night, I and some few men with me; neither told I any man what my
God had put in my heart to do at Jerusalem: neither was there any beast
with me, save the beast that I rode upon. And I went out by night by
the gate of the valley, and viewed the walls of Jerusalem, which were
broken down, and the gates thereof were consumed with fire. And the
rulers knew not whither I went, or what I did; neither had I as yet
told it to the Jews, nor to the priests, nor to the nobles, nor to the
rulers, nor to the rest that did the work.
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