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As for you, if you walk before me faithfully with integrity of heart and uprightness, as your father David did, and if you keep my commands and observe my laws, I will establish your royal throne over Israel forever. But if you or your descendants turn away from me and do not observe my commands, if you serve other gods and worship them, Israel will become an object of scorn and ridicule among all the peoples.
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Your Highness, I am Jeroboam, son of
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Nabat, of the tribe of Ephraim. I hail from Zoraida, and I am overseeing a restoration project here in the palace of your father, King David.
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Jeroboam was once enthusiastic about his assignment to fortify the city of Megiddo. But his new role in the north had lost its lustre. The northern tribes were reaching their limit of what they would tolerate from their rich, out of touch, wise king from the tribe of Judah. To them, Solomon was more obsessed with adding to the grandeur of his legacy in the south than he was with building the entire kingdom. Yes, Solomon had made Israel prosperous, but he also conscripted men from every tribe, pulling them away from their cities and families. It wasn't technically slavery, but it was dangerously close to becoming so.
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This is what the Lord God of Israel. I'm about to tear the kingdom out of Solomon's hand. I'll give you 10 tribes, but Judah and Benjamin will remain his. For the sake of my servant David, and for the sake of Jerusalem, the city I chose out of all the tribes of Israel, for they have abandoned me. They have bowed down to Ashtoreth, the goddess of the Sidonians, to Shamash, the God of Moab, and to Milcom, the God of the Ammonites. They have not walked in my ways to do what is right in my sight and to carry out my statutes and my judgments as his father David did. I will humble David's descendants because of their unfaithfulness. But not forever.
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A divided kingdom, a throne was being offered. It would be up to Jeroboam to unite the ones that were tearing away. A headache pounded in Solomon's ears as he climbed the palace steps toward his private quarters. In his mind he could still hear the raised voices every echoing off the cedar paneled walls of the hall of Judgment. The weariness of war council after war council was beginning to weigh on him. Gone were the days of hosting diplomats and bantering with queens. The threat of civil war was pressing in on every front. Enemies from within the kingdom were uniting against him. And the foreign enemies of the past, long thought to be subdued by David, were starting to resurface and wreak havoc on his carefully crafted piece. Solomon was about to let out an audible groan of relief when he finally reached the entryway to his bedchamber. But his beloved Shulamite was standing at the window, silhouetted in the pale moonlight, and the groan died in his throat. The sheerness of her gown caught the light and illuminated her body beneath in a way that made his blood heat. But when she heard him approach, she turned to face him, arms folded, sympathy shadowing her face.
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I heard about your mother. I'm sorry.
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Solomon felt as though the wind was knocked out of him as he was emotionally jostled off course. Bathsheba's death was not unexpected, but it had been a blow nonetheless.
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Yes, a great loss.
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He had not seen his Shulamite bride in a few weeks, and it was unusual for her to come to him unannounced. There must be a reason. His beloved met his gaze and hesitated, her forehead scrunching in indecision. She had more to say than but was calculating how much of it to say. Solomon felt his defenses start to rise. The all too familiar signs of an argument were being laid before him. Solomon was unsurprised when her eyes narrowed and she shook her head as she approached, her tone sharpening.
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Do you even grieve her, Solomon? Or do you bury it beneath another banquet, another wife, another project?
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Solomon exhaled slowly. He ran a hand through his thinning hair, staring out past her to the moon kissed rooftops of Jerusalem.
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I honor her by securing the future she wanted for me. For Israel.
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The future she wanted. Tell me, is this what she saw for you? You with a thousand wives you barely know, drowning in Gold, While your own people grumble across the kingdom under the yoke of your vanity projects?
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What would you have me do? Reject what God has given me?
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What God has given you? Did he tell you to build those asherah poles? How about the altar to Milcom? Have you heard their screams, Solomon?
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What screams?
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The screams of the children they sacrifice on those altars. You allowed them to build children, Solomon?
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Solomon turned away from her, reflexively wincing at the truth in her words. The tension between them coiled even tighter, but she didn't falter. She pressed ahead in her argument, speaking to him in a way no one else could.
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When was the last time you heard him, Solomon? When was the last time he spoke to you?
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Solomon flinched, but then clenched his jaw and turned to face her.
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This is why I never come to see you. You sound like my mother.
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No, Solomon. You forget I spent years attending your father. It's his voice speaking, not mine.
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Solomon gulped at that. His throat was caught. The tension between them finally snapped as her face softened and she stepped back. She closed her eyes and collected her thoughts. Solomon knew instinctively that what she would say next was what she had come there to say. She breathed deeply to settle herself, and when she spoke, the grief laced in her words was devastating to both her and to Solomon.
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I loved you once. A boy who wrote songs about love, who chased me through the vineyards. I don't know this man before me.
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Without another word, she swept past him, grazing his arm with her hand, and left. Solomon remained, staring at the empty space where she stood, his mind void of thought or feeling, for a long while. But then Solomon did something he had not done in a long while. He spoke to the Lord.
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Will you not be satisfied until you pry every last thing you gave me out of my hand or turn my family against me? Was your promise to me empty? I did what was right. I asked for wisdom. I came to you with a humble heart and asked for what no other young king would ask for. You promised to give me what I did not ask for, both riches and honor. So that no king will be my equal during my entire life. Well, I'm still alive. And my kingdom's on the brink of civil war. You took away my mother. You turned my one true love against me. Everyone dangles the memory and legacy of my father before me like some unattainable prize. My own son doesn't honor me or heed me at all. Did you turn against me, too, when Nathan left? Did he know the truth? Did he conspire with the prophet Hijah to plot My downfall. I built you a temple. I built you a temple finer than any God has on the face of the earth. And you accepted it, didn't you? The cloud filled the sanctuary. The fire came down. You wouldn't have done that if you'd forsaken me. So why? Why? Why in these final days of my reign is it all falling apart?
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All the years of wondering, had he done enough? Had he been enough? Came bubbling up to the surface.
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Are you silent because I've sought more accessible voices? Are you silent because I've not sought yours alone? What else was I to use my wisdom for? I made Israel prosperous. I preserved the peace. Is it so wrong that I should want more and use this gift you gave me? But now you tear it all away. What of your promises to your people? What of your promises to me?
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The weight of Solomon's words hung in the air, raw and reverberating, only to be swallowed by silence. His breath came heavy and uneven, waiting, listening, pining for a voice, for an answer, for anything. But there was nothing. The silence stretched, vast and merciless, pressing in from all sides. It was the kind of silence that mocked him. His breath shuddered as he sank to his knees, his hands bracing the cold stone beneath him. Images of that vision flashed in his mind. The temple cracking, weeds coiling, a kingdom fractured. Solomon looked up and out the window toward the heavens. No answer came in the tortured quiet, only deafening silence.
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Solomon stared into the eyes of his council, expecting the worst, as he had come to expect in recent days. The men around the table in the hall of Judgment shifted in their seats, avoiding his stare at all costs. Solomon could almost see their fear in the air. Tense, thick and visceral, he was a shadow of the man he once was. His confidence was shattered, his sense of control thinning like the hair on his head. Benaiah, the commander of Israel's army and the final remnant of David's mighty men was the first to break the silence.
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My king, the northern tribes grow restless. Jeroboam, who has successfully evaded our assassins, is now reported to be be in exile in Egypt. But his name is everywhere. They are rallying around him, cozying up
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to the new pharaoh Shishak, no doubt. One who has no incentive not to attack Israel.
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Mark my words.
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Especially you, Rehoboam. This pharaoh will not be so easily convinced to keep the peace between Egypt and Israel like his predecessor did. Especially not with Jeroboam poisoning his thoughts against me and my kingdom. The Lord was with us when we were righteous, when we obeyed him. Tell me, Rehoboam, my son, are we righteous?
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Rehoboam shrank back at that. Solomon scoffed. His son was weak of heart and mind. Solomon knew they were doomed. He saw the writing on the walls. They were living on borrowed time. Enemies were circling them. And this time there would be no marriage pact or promise of palaces to avoid the inevitable collision.
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And there's more. Hadad, your father's old enemy, has been officially instated as the king of Edom. He has allies and is no friend of ours.
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Enemies to the south.
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And Rezan, another of your father's enemies, has risen to be the king over Damascus. And Aram, they say he's assembling an
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army more enemies to the north. Then perhaps they'll become Jeroboam's problem should he succeed in wrestling the northern tribes away from me.
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Solomon exhaled slowly. His kingdom, the golden empire of his mighty making, was splintering at the edges, with enemies within and pressing in on all sides.
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We'll deal with them as my father did.
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With respect, my king, your father led his men into battle and I built
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a kingdom where our soldiers didn't have to go to battle. My wealth is our defense. Our alliances are our shields. We still have Amon. We still. We still have Moab and Tyre and Sheba.
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Solomon's voice trailed off as he saw Benaiah exchange looks with the other military men and advisors at the table. He couldn't help but sense the unease between them. Benaiah steeled himself and spoke the unspoken consensus of the table.
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My king, I served your father long enough to know the signs this unrest. This is judgment, isn't it?
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The words settled like an accusation. Solomon's grip tightened on the edge of the table. His jaw clenched.
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If I hear one more whisper of that nonsense, I will cut out the tongue that speaks it.
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Will you now?
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The military men stiffened Rehoboam shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Benaiah's gaze was steel. Solomon's jaw clenched and he swallowed a scoff. Solomon flicked his hand, dismissing them all. Night fell. With the darkness came a quiet. It was a disturbing, unsettling silence. Solomon leaned over the terrace, gazing out toward the Temple Mount. Then, breaking the silence, a sharp, terrifying scream. To the right of the Temple Mount, in the distance, he could see firelight. Another festival to Molech was being held. Solomon could hear the drums, the women and the crying of infants, drunken rituals, idol worship, child sacrifice. The sound of it echoed downward to the streets of Jerusalem, the City of David. Solomon had allowed it for what? More riches? More influence? What?
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What. What have I done?
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Then suddenly, the Lord spoke.
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Son of David.
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Solomon fell to his knees, his crown clattering on the stone floor, trembling in awe and fear as the Lord's thundering voice surrounded all his senses, his hands and forehead pressed to the floor. The mighty voice came not in rage, but in profound, otherworldly sorrow, speaking directly to soft Solomon's tortured, unspoken thoughts.
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Because you have done this, because you have turned your heart from me, because you have chased after the gods of your wives, and because you have not kept my covenant and my statutes as your father David did, I will tear the kingdom from your hands and give it to your servant now. Your enemy, Jeroboam.
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Solomon's breath was shallow, moistening the stone beneath his lips, his heart racing, his suspicions confirmed at last. The words were a dagger to his soul.
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I will not do it in your lifetime for the sake of your father David. But I will tear it out of your soul son's hands, yet I will not tear the entire kingdom away from him. Your line will keep one tribe. For the sake of my servant David, and for the sake of Jerusalem that I chose.
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The weight in the room vanished, but it left behind an emptiness so vast it made his bones feel hollow. Solomon gasped, his hands pressing into the cold stone as if it could anchor him. But there was nothing to hold on to. Nothing at all. He had spent a lifetime building a kingdom that would not last. It was the epitome of vanity, a vapor. Solomon dragged himself upright and pulled his knees to his chest, but remained on the ground. He wept for an untold amount of time. When his tears had finally dried and his soul felt hollow and empty, unbidden words sprang to his lips.
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Vanity of vanities, says the collector of wise sayings. Vanity of vanities. All is vanity I set in my heart. I have acquired great wisdom, surpassing all who were over Jerusalem before me, and my heart has had great experience of wisdom knowledge. And I applied my heart to no wisdom and to no madness and folly. I perceived that this also is but a striving after wind. For in much wisdom is much vexation, and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.
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Solomon felt his heart harden and seal off, but he lifted his head to the loose parchment and pens that always lay ready on the table in his bedchamber. Solomon numbly stood and walked to the table, his footsteps echoing in the hollow hall. He stood and looked down at the empty pages he would write. He would collect all his wise sayings and proverbs, but he knew they would not save him. They would not change the fate he had sealed. He swallowed hard and picked up the pen. It was heavy with the weight of destiny in his hand. Outside, the golden city stood gleaming under the moonlight, but Solomon knew it was already dust. His legacy will not last. His wisdom will not save him. His son will inherit the throne only to lose it. And the Lord. The Lord had left him. The Golden Age was over. He knew it in his stubborn heart. He then pulled the pages toward him and picked up the pen, all that would remain of his convoluted legacy. This prey.com production is only made possible by our dedicated team of creative talents. Steve Catina, Max Bard, Zach Schellewager and Ben Gammon are the executive producers of the Chosen People and narrated by Paul Coltofianu. Characters are voiced by Jonathan Cotton, Aaron Salvato, Sarah Seltz, Mike Reagan, Stephen Ringwald, Sylvia zaradoc, Thomas Copeland Jr. Rosanna Pilcher and Mitch Leschinsky. Music by Andrew Morgan Smith. Written by Aaron Salvato, Bree Rosalie and Chris Baig. You can hear more prey.com productions on the prey.com app available on the Apple App Store and Google Play Store. If you enjoyed the Chosen People, please rate and leave a review.
This gripping episode of The Chosen People dissects the tragic unraveling of Solomon, Israel’s wisest and richest king, as his passionate devotion to God erodes under the weight of political strife, personal loss, and spiritual compromise. Drawing from Old Testament scripture and narrative dramatization, the episode explores the intimate conflicts and sweeping consequences of Solomon’s choices—culminating in God’s judgment and the promise of a divided kingdom. The storytelling immerses listeners in both the grandeur and the emptiness of Solomon’s legacy, with a focus on the dangerous allure of power, the pitfalls of idolatry, and the heartbreak of fading faith.
Carrying a tone that is reverent, evocative, and emotionally charged, “Solomon’s Downfall” weaves historical narrative with dramatic dialogue. Faith, regret, confrontation, and tragedy are palpable throughout—reflecting both the majesty and fragility of Solomon’s reign. The episode’s style is rich in biblical imagery and poetic dialogue, immersing listeners in the psychological and spiritual unrest of its central figure.
This episode masterfully illustrates the precarious intersection of wisdom, ambition, and downfall. The listener is left with enduring questions about the price of greatness and the dangers of spiritual compromise. Through nuanced storytelling and powerful reenactment, “Solomon’s Downfall” serves as both a cautionary tale for leaders and a meditation on faith, failure, and the search for redemption in the face of immense loss.