The next morning David wrote a letter to Joab and sent it with Uriah.
Why then have you despised the command of the Lord by doing what I consider evil? You struck down Uriah the Hittite with the sword and took his wife as your own wife — you murdered him with the Ammonite’s sword.
Moreover, keep Your servant from willful sins; do not let them rule over me. Then I will be innocent and cleansed from blatant rebellion.
Like a sharpened razor, your tongue devises destruction, working treachery.
Men are only a vapor; exalted men, an illusion. Weighed in the scales, they go up; together they are less than a vapor.
The heart is more deceitful than anything else, and incurable — who can understand it?