Ahithophel of Gilo, my counselor; Your son Eliam, my mighty man; Your granddaughter Bathsheba, my secret; I sought not your counsel this time In old days we two enjoyed sweet fellowship How many times I bounced her on my knee And good wine would flow, wisdom would show in your counsel; And on every side I would win when I had you with me A brother offended is harder to win than a city I fear for this thing that I have done Your counsel, Ahithophel, is like the word of God to me But I'm afraid I've heeded neither one... Ahithophel of Gilo, my counsellor; Your son Eliam, my mighty man; Your granddauther Bathsheba, my secret; I needed your counsel this time