“The trees were determined to go out and choose a king for themselves. They said to the olive tree, ‘Be our king!’

Her nobles will have nothing left to call a kingdom and all her officials will disappear.

You will be a majestic crown in the hand of the Lord, a royal turban in the hand of your God.

His wife Jezebel said to him, “You are the king of Israel! Get up, eat some food, and have a good time. I will get the vineyard of Naboth the Jezreelite for you.”