Samuel 11 -

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

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.” 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.” It did not

To the court, to the city, to the army—it was a king’s quiet kindness to a widow. In it were these words: “Set Uriah in

Joab read the letter. He understood. He did not question the king. That night, he launched an assault on the city walls. In the place where the enemy’s archers were strongest, he placed Uriah and a few other men. The arrows flew. Uriah the Hittite fell, his blood soaking into the foreign soil of Ammon.

David listened, his face a mask. To the messenger, he said coldly, “Tell Joab not to let this trouble him. The sword devours one as well as another. Strengthen the attack against the city and overthrow it.”

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