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Wednesday in Holy Week

2 Samuel 13:1-22

Some time passed.  David's son Absalom had a beautiful sister whose name
was Tamar; and David's son Amnon fell in love with her.  Amnon was so
tormented that he made himself ill because of his sister Tamar, for she
was a virgin and it seemed impossible to Amnon to do anything to her.  But
Amnon had a friend whose name was Jonadab, the son of David's brother
Shimeah; and Jonadab was a very crafty man.  He said to him, "O son of the
king, why are you so haggard morning after morning?  Will you not tell
me?"  Amnon said to him, "I love Tamar, my brother Absalom's sister."
Jonadab said to him, "Lie down on your bed, and pretend to be ill; and
when your father comes to see you, say to him, 'Let my sister Tamar come
and give me something to eat, and prepare the food in my sight, so that I
may see it and eat it from her hand.'"  So Amnon lay down, and pretended
to be ill; and when the king came to see him, Amnon said to the king,
"Please let my sister Tamar come and make a couple of cakes in my sight,
so that I may eat from her hand."

Then David sent home to Tamar, saying, "Go to your brother Amnon's house,
and prepare food for him."  So Tamar went to her brother Amnon's house,
where he was lying down.  She took dough, kneaded it, made cakes in his
sight, and baked the cakes.  Then she took the pan and set them out before
him, but he refused to eat. Amnon said, "Send out everyone from me."  So
everyone went out from him.  Then Amnon said to Tamar, "Bring the food
into the chamber, so that I may eat from your hand."  So Tamar took the
cakes she had made, and brought them into the chamber to Amnon her
brother.  But when she brought them near him to eat, he took hold of her,
and said to her, "Come, lie with me, my sister."  She answered him, "No,
my brother, do not force me; for such a thing is not done in Israel; do
not do anything so vile!  As for me, where could I carry my shame?  And as
for you, you would be as one of the scoundrels in Israel.  Now therefore,
I beg you, speak to the king; for he will not withhold me from you."  But
he would not listen to her; and being stronger than she, he forced her and
lay with her.

Then Amnon was seized with a very great loathing for her; indeed, his
loathing was even greater than the lust he had felt for her.  Amnon said
to her, "Get out!"  But she said to him, "No, my brother; for this wrong
in sending me away is greater than the other that you did to me."  But he
would not listen to her.  He called the young man who served him and said,
"Put this woman out of my presence, and bolt the door after her."  (Now
she was wearing a long robe with sleeves; for this is how the virgin
daughters of the king were clothed in earlier times.)  So his servant put
her out, and bolted the door after her.  But Tamar put ashes on her head,
and tore the long robe that she was wearing; she put her hand on her head,
and went away, crying aloud as she went.


Her brother Absalom said to her, "Has Amnon your brother been with you?
Be quiet for now, my sister; he is your brother; do not take this to
heart."  So Tamar remained, a desolate woman, in her brother Absalom's
house.  When King David heard of all these things, he became very angry,
but he would not punish his son Amnon, because he loved him, for he was
his firstborn.  But Absalom spoke to Amnon neither good nor bad; for
Absalom hated Amnon, because he had raped his sister Tamar.