Samuel 11 < OFFICIAL >

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.

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.

The evening air over Jerusalem was thick with the scent of jasmine and dust. From the rooftop of the royal palace, the city sprawled below like a patchwork quilt of shadow and fading gold. It was spring, the time when kings go to war. But King David was not with his army. He had sent Joab and the mighty men to besiege the Ammonite city of Rabbah, while he remained in the comfort of his house.