The next few hundred years of Israeli history are pretty much repetitive. Sure, there are some interesting stories, and because of that, this period can't be simply skimmed over. However, to kill any suspense, the general guidelines of the era, and the reasons for it, will be outlined here.
The people of Israel would behave. They would worship God, follow his laws, defend their borders against the neighboring heathen populations, and everything would be fine. They would be victorious in battle, their crops would be bountiful, and their sheep would be, as would they, fruitful.
Then the people of Israel would misbehave. A lenient leader would come to power, or a weak-willed one, and the ways of their neighbors would penetrate into Hebrew society. They would lose land to their enemies, who varied from the Amalekites to the Philistines to the Persians, the Egyptians (again!), the Assyrians, the Babylonians, basically every bloody group of people in the whole bloody Middle East. Their crops would wither and die, and the only multiplying their sheep would do would be in pestilence.
Then a wise leader would come to power, wake up the people, restore the old ways of the Mosaic laws, and everything would go back to its previous hunky-dory state. And so on.
Now why did this happen? One would think that after only a couple centuries of such teeter-tottering the Israelites would have caught on, but they obviously didn't. There are a few reasons for this. One, God liked excitement and an unbroken period of peace and prosperity, as alliterative as it sounds, is basically boring. Two, the forty years of wandering in the desert had caused a section of the Hebrew brain structure to mutate; this section organized all functions pertaining to logical thought, thus making it impossible for the Hebrews to realize why every time they disobeyed God, their lands were taken and their sheep slaughtered. These two reasons are, however, nothing when compared to the true reason: God couldn't play poker.
This may seem ludicrous. Why would God, if he ever consented to play cards, not be good at it? The way it works is this. Before Lucifer and God had their little tiff, they had been poker buddies, going out into the void on weekends to drink beer and gamble. This, of course, was a perfectly acceptable thing to do, and neither God nor Lucifer saw any reason why this behavior should be discontinued just because their views on morality were diametrically opposed. Well actually, Lucifer could see a reason, God was a whiny little good-for-nothing who should have stuck to destroying rocks, but Lucifer also usually won, so why would he quit a good thing? Now, you may ask, what does God playing cards with the Lord of all Evil have to do with the yo-yo-ing balance of power in the Middle East? Simple. Gods and angels, even dark angels, had no need for money; therefore, money was useless to bet in poker games. Perhaps to illustrate, it would be best to show a segment of one of the divine nights of decadence.
God chugged his Kokanee. "Uh, I bet... two years of Hebrew history." He looked at his hand, two queens, a three, a king, and a ten.
Lucifer looked at his cards, a two, a five, a seven, a nine, and an ace. "I'll see your two years and raise you a decade." He had nothing to worry about. God was a goody-good, and since he'd never lie to anyone, bluffing was an inexplicable concept to him.
"Ah, you've got me beat. I fold."
Lucifer smiled, collected his winnings, and, down on earth, the Philistines/Egyptians/Assyrians/whomever would invade.
Now then, back to our story.