So the prophet went back with him and ate and drank in his house.

The water flowed down all sides of the altar and filled the trench.

He looked and right there by his head was a cake baking on hot coals and a jug of water. He ate and drank and then slept some more.

You went back and ate and drank in this place, even though he said to you, “Do not eat or drink there.” Therefore your corpse will not be buried in your ancestral tomb.’”

For the Lord gave me strict orders, ‘Do not eat or drink there and do not go home the way you came.’”

But he replied, “I can’t go back with you or eat and drink with you in this place.

But the prophet said to the king, “Even if you were to give me half your possessions, I could not go with you and eat and drink in this place.

For the Lord gave me strict orders, ‘Do not eat or drink there; do not go back the way you came.’”

The old prophet then said, “I too am a prophet like you. An angel told me with the Lord’s authority, ‘Bring him back with you to your house so he can eat and drink.’” But he was lying to him.

So he got up and went to Zarephath. When he went through the city gate, there was a widow gathering wood. He called out to her, “Please give me a cup of water, so I can take a drink.”

He arranged the wood, cut up the bull, and placed it on the wood.

The seventh time the servant said, “Look, a small cloud, the size of the palm of a man’s hand, is rising up from the sea.” Elijah then said, “Go and tell Ahab, ‘Hitch up the chariots and go down, so that the rain won’t overtake you.’”