Your arrogant heart has deceived you, you who live in clefts of the rock ,, in your home on the heights, who say to yourself, ‘Who can bring me down to the ground? ’
Abigail hurried, taking two hundred loaves of bread, two clay jars of wine, five butchered sheep, thirty-seven litres of roasted grain, one hundred clusters of raisins, and two hundred cakes of pressed figs, and loaded them on donkeys.