One day Samson1 went to Gaza,2 where he saw a prostitute.3 He went in to spend the night with her.
The people of Gaza were told, "Samson is here!" So they surrounded the place and lay in wait for him all night at the city gate.4 They made no move during the night, saying, "At dawn5 we'll kill him."
But Samson lay there only until the middle of the night. Then he got up and took hold of the doors of the city gate, together with the two posts, and tore them loose, bar and all. He lifted them to his shoulders and carried them to the top of the hill that faces Hebron.6