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1 Now Naa­man, cap­tain of the host of the king of Syr­ia, was a great man with his mas­ter, and hon­ourable, be­cause by him the LORD had giv­en de­liv­er­ance unto Syr­ia: he was also a mighty man in val­our, but he was a lep­er. 2 And the Syr­i­ans had gone out by com­pa­nies, and had brought away cap­tive out of the land of Is­rael a lit­tle maid; and she wait­ed on Naaman's wife. 3 And she said unto her mis­tress, Would God my lord were with the prophet that is in Samaria! for he would re­cov­er him of his lep­rosy. 4 And one went in, and told his lord, say­ing, Thus and thus said the maid that is of the land of Is­rael. 5 And the king of Syr­ia said, Go to, go, and I will send a let­ter unto the king of Is­rael. And he de­part­ed, and took with him ten tal­ents of sil­ver, and six thou­sand pieces of gold, and ten changes of rai­ment. 6 And he brought the let­ter to the king of Is­rael, say­ing, Now when this let­ter is come unto thee, be­hold, I have therewith sent Naa­man my ser­vant to thee, that thou mayest re­cov­er him of his lep­rosy. 7 And it came to pass, when the king of Is­rael had read the let­ter, that he rent his clothes, and said, Am I God, to kill and to make alive, that this man doth send unto me to re­cov­er a man of his lep­rosy? where­fore con­sid­er, I pray you, and see how he seeketh a quar­rel against me. 8 And it was so, when El­isha the man of God had heard that the king of Is­rael had rent his clothes, that he sent to the king, say­ing, Where­fore hast thou rent thy clothes? let him come now to me, and he shall know that there is a prophet in Is­rael. 9 So Naa­man came with his hors­es and with his char­i­ot, and stood at the door of the house of El­isha. 10 And El­isha sent a mes­sen­ger unto him, say­ing, Go and wash in Jor­dan sev­en times, and thy flesh shall come again to thee, and thou shalt be clean. 11 But Naa­man was wroth, and went away, and said, Be­hold, I thought, He will sure­ly come out to me, and stand, and call on the name of the LORD his God, and strike his hand over the place, and re­cov­er the lep­er. 12 Are not Abana and Pharpar, rivers of Dam­as­cus, bet­ter than all the wa­ters of Is­rael? may I not wash in them, and be clean? So he turned and went away in a rage. 13 And his ser­vants came near, and spake unto him, and said, My fa­ther, if the prophet had bid thee ­do some great thing, wouldest thou not have done it? how much rather then, when he saith to thee, Wash, and be clean? 14 Then went he down, and dipped him­self sev­en times in Jor­dan, ac­cord­ing to the say­ing of the man of God: and his flesh came again like unto the flesh of a lit­tle child, and he was clean. 15 And he re­turned to the man of God, he and all his com­pa­ny, and came, and stood be­fore him: and he said, Be­hold, now I know that there is no God in all the earth, but in Is­rael: now there­fore, I pray thee, take a bless­ing of thy ser­vant. 16 But he said, As the LORD liveth, be­fore whom I stand, I will re­ceive none. And he urged him to take it; but he re­fused. 17 And Naa­man said, Shall there not then, I pray thee, be giv­en to thy ser­vant two mules' bur­den of earth? for thy ser­vant will hence­forth of­fer nei­ther burnt of­fer­ing nor sac­ri­fice unto oth­er gods, but unto the LORD. 18 In this thing the LORD par­don thy ser­vant, that when my mas­ter goeth into the house of Rim­mon to wor­ship there, and he leaneth on my hand, and I bow my­self in the house of Rim­mon: when I bow down my­self in the house of Rim­mon, the LORD par­don thy ser­vant in this thing. 19 And he said unto him, Go in peace. So he de­part­ed from him a lit­tle way. 20 But Ge­hazi, the ser­vant of El­isha the man of God, said, Be­hold, my mas­ter hath spared Naa­man this Syr­i­an, in not re­ceiv­ing at his hands that which he brought: but, as the LORD liveth, I will run af­ter him, and take some­what of him. 21 So Ge­hazi fol­lowed af­ter Naa­man. And when Naa­man saw him run­ning af­ter him, he light­ed down from the char­i­ot to meet him, and said, Is all well? 22 And he said, All is well. My mas­ter hath sent me, say­ing, Be­hold, even now there be come to me from mount Ephraim two young men of the sons of the prophets: give them, I pray thee, a tal­ent of sil­ver, and two changes of gar­ments. 23 And Naa­man said, Be con­tent, take two tal­ents. And he urged him, and bound two tal­ents of sil­ver in two bags, with two changes of gar­ments, and laid them upon two of his ser­vants; and they bare them be­fore him. 24 And when he came to the tow­er, he took them from their hand, and be­stowed them in the house: and he let the men go, and they de­part­ed. 25 But he went in, and stood be­fore his mas­ter. And El­isha said unto him, Whence ­comest thou, Ge­hazi? And he said, Thy ser­vant went no whith­er. 26 And he said unto him, Went not mine heart with thee, when the man turned again from his char­i­ot to meet thee? Is it a time to re­ceive mon­ey, and to re­ceive gar­ments, and olive­yards, and vine­yards, and sheep, and ox­en, and menser­vants, and maid­ser­vants? 27 The lep­rosy there­fore of Naa­man shall cleave unto thee, and unto thy seed for ev­er. And he went out from his pres­ence a lep­er as white as snow.