“Get up,” he said to her, “we are going.” But there was no answer. Then he put her on the donkey, and the man set out for his home.
As midday passed, they raved on until the time of the offering of the oblation, but there was no voice, no answer, and no response.
In the morning her master got up, opened the doors of the house, and when he went out to go on his way, there was the woman, his concubine, lying at the door of the house, with her hands on the threshold.
The lords of Gibeah rose up against me and surrounded the house at night. They intended to kill me, and they raped my concubine until she died.