So they went and called to the gatekeepers of the city, and they told them, “We came to the camp of the Arameans, and behold, there was no one there. There was no sound of a man’s voice, only horses tied, donkeys tied, and the tents as they were.”
The gatekeepers: the sons of Shallum, the sons of Ater, the sons of Talmon, the sons of Akkub, the sons of Hatita, the sons of Shobai, one hundred and thirty-eight.
For a day in Your courtyards is better than a thousand elsewhere. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of wickedness.