Tent by the People of Israel

How lovely are your tents, O Jacob, your dwellings, O Israel!

They spread out like palm groves, like gardens beside a stream, like aloes the LORD has planted, like cedars beside the waters.

Now a worthless man named Sheba son of Bichri, a Benjamite, happened to be there, and he blew the ram’s horn and shouted: “We have no share in David, no inheritance in Jesse’s son. Every man to his tent, O Israel!”

When all Israel saw that the king had refused to listen to them, they answered the king: “What portion do we have in David, and what inheritance in the son of Jesse? To your tents, O Israel! Look now to your own house, O David!” So the Israelites went home,