Your proud heart has deceived you, you who live in the clefts of the rock, whose dwelling is in the heights. You say in your heart, “Who will bring me down to the ground?”
Then Abigail hurried and took two hundred loaves, two skins of wine, five sheep ready dressed, five measures of parched grain, one hundred clusters of raisins, and two hundred cakes of figs. She loaded them on donkeys