the angel again, for the thoughts that came into his mind were always strange, not like those of other men, and were unaccountable even to himself.  That night the fleece of wool on the ground was wet and the earth was dry.  He prayed yet again, and still God was tender to him, for He knows the weakness of the creatures He has made.  This time the fleece was dry and the earth was wet, and Gideon thereupon rose up early with all the host, and moved towards the host of Midian, till he came in sight of them as they lay in the valley by the hill of Moreh.

But the Lord would not have so many to do His work, and most of them were afraid and useless.  He therefore commanded Gideon to send away all who were frightened, and ten thousand only were left.  These ten thousand were still too many, for most of them were impatient, not able to restrain themselves, and likely to fail, either through fear or foolhardiness, in the stratagem the Lord designed.  He therefore commanded Gideon, when they were all thirsty, to bring them down to the water.  Nine thousand seven hundred were in such a hurry to reach it that they dropped on their knees to drink, but three hundred were collected and patient, and were content to lift their hands to their mouths.  The three hundred were kept and the rest sent home.  That night God, the ever merciful, had promised Gideon to deliver the Midianites into His servant’s hands, and had confirmed His promise by miracle, but nevertheless He directed Gideon to go down to the camp, so that he might hear a man’s dream and its interpretation, and be further strengthened in his faith.  Gideon went down and listened at a tent door; and when the dream was told, how a cake of barley bread tumbled into the host of Midian, and came unto a tent and smote it that it fell, all fear departed, and he rose up and went back to the three hundred, and cried to them, “Arise; for the Lord hath delivered into your hand the host of Midian.”

Forthwith he divided his three hundred into three bands, and each man took an empty pitcher and placed a torch inside it.  In the dead of the night they marched to the camp, this little three hundred, and placed themselves round it.  Then Gideon broke his pitcher and showed his torch, and all the others did likewise, and shouted, “The sword of the Lord, and of Gideon.”

The host cried and fled, for a terror from the Lord descended on them, and turned their own swords against them.  When they were defeated all Israel went out after them, and there was great slaughter, and Oreb and Zeeb, two princes of Midian, were slain.