But Barzillai said to the king, “Do you know how old I am? Do you think I can go with you to Jerusalem?
You don’t know what will happen tomorrow. Your life is like a fog. You can see it for a short time, but then it goes away.
Brothers and sisters, this is what I mean: We don’t have much time left. So starting now, those who have wives should be the same as those who don’t.
If a man dies, will he live again? If so, I would gladly suffer through this time waiting for my release.
David said to Barzillai, “Come across the river with me. I will take care of you if you will live in Jerusalem with me.”