I heard, and I trembled within; my lips quivered at the sound. Rottenness entered my bones; I trembled where I stood. Now I must quietly wait for the day of distress to come against the people invading us.
‘Because I spoke to Naboth the Jezreelite,’ he replied. ‘I told him, “Give me your vineyard for silver, or if you wish, I will give you a vineyard in its place.” But he said, “I won’t give you my vineyard! ” ’