The people blessed everyone who willingly offered to live in Jerusalem.
My heart goes out to Israel’s commanders, to those people who volunteered. Praise the Lord!
(If his body didn’t bless me, or the wool from my sheep didn’t keep him warm….)
I received a blessing from the dying. I made the widow’s heart sing for joy.
Make sure you bring it back to him at sunset. When he wears his coat to bed ⌞that night⌟, he’ll bless you. You will have done the right thing in the presence of the Lord your God.
Your people will volunteer when you call up your army. Your young people will come to you in holy splendor like dew in the early morning.
The city was large and wide-open. Few people were in it, and no houses were being built.
Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: “May those who love you prosper.