Get out of my tent!

Uh, ththey all came up to my hut.

I'll get some in my tent.

My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken my children are gone forth from me, and they are no more there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.

My tabernacle is spoiled, and all my cords are broken my children are gone forth of me, and they are not there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.

Yes, I'll meet you where they put up my tent.

I got up in the morning, took the tent down, skied north for seven and a half hours, put the tent up, and I was two and a half miles further back than when I'd started.

Exactly so.

Why am I forced to bear the heat of the day inside my tent?

His troops come on together, build a siege ramp against me, and encamp around my tent.

as I was in the ripeness of my days, when the friendship of God was in my tent,

His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tabernacle.

As I was in the days of my youth, when the secret of God was upon my tabernacle

Get some sleep, Lane, use my tent.

Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie, most like a soldier, ordered honorably.

This was the view outside my tent when I had this fateful phone call.

if the men of my tent have not said, 'Who can find one who has not been filled with his meat?'

If the men of my tabernacle said not, Oh that we had of his flesh! we cannot be satisfied.

I was blogging live from my tent, sending back a little diary piece, sending back information on the distance I'd covered the ice conditions, the temperature and a daily photo.

When I saw among the spoil a beautiful Babylonian robe, two hundred shekels of silver, and a wedge of gold weighing fifty shekels, then I coveted them and took them. Behold, they are hidden in the ground in the middle of my tent, with the silver under it.

When I saw among the spoils a goodly Babylonish garment, and two hundred shekels of silver, and a wedge of gold of fifty shekels weight, then I coveted them, and took them and, behold, they are hid in the earth in the midst of my tent, and the silver under it.

And every single day of the 72 days I was alone on the ice, I was blogging live from my tent, sending back a little diary piece, sending back information on the distance I'd covered the ice conditions, the temperature and a daily photo.