She went up and laid him down on the prophet’s bed. She shut the door behind her and left.
He said to her, “Hand me your son.” He took him from her arms, carried him to the upper room where he was staying, and laid him down on his bed.
Let’s make a small private upper room and furnish it with a bed, table, chair, and lamp. When he visits us, he can stay there.”
So he picked him up and took him to his mother. He sat on her lap until noon and then died.
She called to her husband, “Send me one of the servants and one of the donkeys, so I can go see the prophet quickly and then return.”
When Elisha arrived at the house, there was the child lying dead on his bed.
She went and told the prophet. He said, “Go, sell the olive oil. Repay your creditor, and then you and your sons can live off the rest of the profit.”