<p class="poetry">Like<n id="1" /> a door that turns on its hinges,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">so a sluggard turns<n id="3" /> on his bed.p>

When Elisha arrived at the house, there was<n id="1" /> the child lying dead on his bed.

<p class="poetry">Look! It is Solomon&#8217;s portable couch!<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">It is surrounded by sixty warriors,p> <p class="poetry">some of Israel&#8217;s mightiest warriors.p>

He said to her, &#8220;Hand me your son.&#8221; He took him from her arms, carried him to the upper room where he was staying, and laid him down on his bed.

<p class="bodytext">They had entered<n id="1" /> the house while Ish-bosheth<n id="2" /> was resting on his bed in his bedroom. They mortally wounded him<n id="3" /> and then cut off his head.<n id="4" /> Taking his head,<n id="5" /> they traveled on the way of the Arabah all that night.

<p class="bodytext">So Ahab went into his palace, bitter and angry that Naboth the Jezreelite had said,<n id="1" /> &#8220;I will not sell to you my ancestral inheritance.&#8221;<n id="2" /> He lay down on his bed, pouted,<n id="3" /> and would not eat.

When they withdrew, they left Joash<n id="1" /> badly wounded. His servants plotted against him because of what he had done to<n id="2" /> the son<n id="3" /> of Jehoiada the priest. They murdered him on his bed. Thus<n id="4" /> he died and was buried in the City of David,<n id="5" /> but not in the tombs of the kings.