<p class="poetry">I will put your flesh on the mountains,p> <p class="poetry">and fill the valleys with your maggot-infested carcass.<n id="1" />p>

Their survivors will escape to the mountains and become like doves of the valleys; all of them will moan &#8211; each one for his iniquity.

They said to him, &#8220;Look, there are fifty capable men with your servants. Let them go and look for your master, for the wind sent from the <sc>Lordsc><n id="1" /> may have carried him away and dropped him on one of the hills or in one of the valleys.&#8221; But Elisha<n id="2" /> replied, &#8220;Don&#8217;t send them out.&#8221;