Samuel 11 Apr 2026

But the Lord saw.

It did not. Uriah still slept on his mat at the gate, alone.

David felt the trap closing. He kept Uriah in Jerusalem another day, invited him to eat and drink at the palace, and plied him with wine until his eyes grew heavy. That night, David prayed the wine would loosen Uriah’s conscience. samuel 11

He sealed the letter with his own royal signet. Then he called Uriah back. “Carry this dispatch to Joab,” David said, looking the loyal soldier in the eye. “Go with courage.”

He sent a runner to Joab. “Send me Uriah the Hittite.” But the Lord saw

He even sent a gift from the king’s own table—a portion of meat to sweeten the welcome.

The restlessness of idleness settled on him. He rose from his couch and walked onto the rooftop. Below, in a quiet courtyard, a woman was bathing. The light caught the water on her skin, and David, the man after God’s own heart, stopped. He did not turn away. David felt the trap closing

When Bathsheba heard that her husband was dead, she mourned. She tore her garments and wept for seven days. And when the days of mourning were over, David sent for her and brought her into his house. She became his wife and bore him a son.

He wrote a letter. In it were these words: “Set Uriah in the front line, where the fighting is fiercest. Then draw back from him, so that he may be struck down and die.”

But Uriah did not go home. He slept at the palace gate, wrapped in his cloak, with the king’s servants.