Zedekiah
Jeremiah! [Jeremiah turns] Thou hast cursed me, Jeremiah. Bless me now, ere we part.
[After a moment’s hesitation, strides back and holds his hands over the king] The Lord bless thee, and keep thee in all thy ways. May the light of his countenance shine upon thee, and may he give thee peace.
Zedekiah
[As in a dream] May he give us peace.
THE SUPREME AFFLICTION
I gave my back to the smiters, and my cheeks to them that pluck off the hair: I hid not my face from shame and spitting. Isaiah L, 6.