Early the next morning, David wrote a letter and told Uriah to deliver it to Joab.
Why did you disobey me and do such a horrible thing? You murdered Uriah the Hittite by letting the Ammonites kill him, so you could take his wife.
Don't let me do wrong on purpose, Lord, or let sin have control over my life. Then I will be innocent, and not guilty of some terrible fault.
You plan brutal crimes, and your lying words cut like a sharp razor.
We humans are only a breath; none of us are truly great. All of us together weigh less than a puff of air.
You people of Judah are so deceitful that you even fool yourselves, and you can't change.