The watchman said, “It seems to me that the first one runs like Ahimaaz, Zadok’s son.” “He’s a good man,” the king said. “He must be coming with good news.”
“You’re not going ⌞with us⌟,” the troops said. “If we flee, they won’t care about us, and if half of us die, they won’t care either. But you’re worth 10,000 of us. It’s better for you to be ready to send us help from the city.”
These people have become close-minded and hard of hearing. They have shut their eyes so that their eyes never see. Their ears never hear. Their minds never understand. And they never return to me for healing!’