“What’s the matter?” the king asked her.

“To tell the truth, I am a widow; my husband died,” she said.

For my grandfather’s entire family deserves death from my lord the king, but you set your servant among those who eat at your table. So what further right do I have to keep on making appeals to the king?”

The king said to Barzillai, “Cross over with me, and I’ll provide for you at my side in Jerusalem.”

He brought me out to a spacious place;
He rescued me because He delighted in me.