Before I had finished speaking within my heart, even behold, Rebekah was coming out, her pitcher on her shoulder. And she went down to the well and drew. And I said to her, Please let me drink.
And he rose up and went to Zarephath, and came in to the entrance of the city; and, behold, there was a widow woman gathering sticks. And he called to her and said, Please bring to me a little water in a vessel, and I shall drink.
And on every high mountain, and on every high hill, shall be rivulets lifted up, streams of water, in a day of great slaughter, in the falling of towers.
They shall not hunger and not thirst; and the heat and sun shall not strike them. For He who has mercy on them shall lead them; and He shall guide them by the springs of water.
Then woman said to Him the woman, the Samaritan, How is it that You, being a Jew, ask to drink from me, I being a Samaritan woman? For Jews do not use things together with Samaritans.