Leviticus

Chapter 15



When any man hath an issue out of his flesh,

Because of that issue he is unclean



Every bed whereon he lieth is unclean

And everything whereon he sitteth, unclean.



And whosoever toucheth his bed shall be unclean,

And he that sitteth whereon he sat shall be unclean.



And he that toucheth the flesh of the unclean becomes unclean,

And he that be spat on by him unclean becomes unclean.



And whosoever toucheth anything under him shall be unclean.

And he that beareth any of those things shall be unclean.



And what saddle soever he rideth upon is unclean

And the vessel of earth that he touches, unclean.



And if any man's seed of copulation go out from him, he is unclean.

Every garment, every skin whereon is the seed, unclean.



And the woman with whom this man shall lie with will be unclean.

And whosoever toucheth her will be unclean.



This is the law of the plague,

To teach when it is clean and when it is unclean.



And the priest shall look upon the plague.

For a rising and for a scab and for a bright spot.



And the priest shall shut up he ho hath the plague.

He shall carry them forth to a place unclean.

He shall separate them in their uncleaness.



This is the law of the plague:

To teach when it is clean and when it is unclean.



Deliver Me From Mine Enemies
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Excerpt from Psalm 59



Deliver me from mine enemies, oh my God

Defend me from them that rise up against me.



Deliver me from the workers of iniquity,

And save me from bloody men.



For lo, they lie and wait for my soul:

The mighty are gathered up against me;

Not for my transgressions, not for my sin, O Lord.



They run and prepare themselves without my fault:

Awake to help me and behold.



But I will sing of thy power:

For God my defense and the God of my mercy.



Psalm 22 (excerpt)
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Why hast thou forsaken me?

Why art thou so far from helping me

And from the words of my roaring?



O my God, I cry in the daytime,

But thou hearest not;

And in the night season and am not silent.



Be not far from me, for trouble is near

And there is none to help.



Many bulls have compassed me;

Strong bulls of Ba'-shan have beset me round.



They gape upon me with their mouths,

As a ravening and roaring lion.



I am poured out like water,

And all my bones are out of joint;

My heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.



My strength is dried up like a potsherd

And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws,

And thou hast hast brought me into the dust of Death.