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1 And Eli­jah the Tish­bite, who was of the in­hab­i­tants of Gilead, said unto Ahab, As the LORD God of Is­rael liveth, be­fore whom I stand, there shall not be dew nor rain these years, but ac­cord­ing to my word. 2 And the word of the LORD came unto him, say­ing, 3 Get thee hence, and turn thee east­ward, and hide thy­self by the brook Cherith, that is be­fore Jor­dan. 4 And it shall be, that thou shalt drink of the brook; and I have com­mand­ed the ravens to feed thee there. 5 So he went and did ac­cord­ing unto the word of the LORD: for he went and dwelt by the brook Cherith, that is be­fore Jor­dan. 6 And the ravens brought him bread and flesh in the morn­ing, and bread and flesh in the evening; and he drank of the brook. 7 And it came to pass af­ter a while, that the brook dried up, be­cause there had been no rain in the land. 8 And the word of the LORD came unto him, say­ing, 9 Arise, get thee to Zarephath, which belongeth to Zi­don, and dwell there: be­hold, I have com­mand­ed a wid­ow wom­an there to sus­tain thee. 10 So he arose and went to Zarephath. And when he came to the gate of the city, be­hold, the wid­ow wom­an was there gath­er­ing of sticks: and he called to her, and said, Fetch me, I pray thee, a lit­tle wa­ter in a ves­sel, that I may drink. 11 And as she was go­ing to fetch it, he called to her, and said, Bring me, I pray thee, a morsel of bread in thine hand. 12 And she said, As the LORD thy God liveth, I have not a cake, but an hand­ful of meal in a bar­rel, and a lit­tle oil in a cruse: and, be­hold, I am gath­er­ing two sticks, that I may go in and dress it for me and my son, that we may eat it, and die. 13 And Eli­jah said unto her, Fear not; go and do as thou hast said: but make me there­of a lit­tle cake first, and bring it unto me, and af­ter make for thee and for thy son. 14 For thus saith the LORD God of Is­rael, The bar­rel of meal shall not waste, nei­ther shall the cruse of oil fail, un­til the day that the LORD sendeth rain upon the earth. 15 And she went and did ac­cord­ing to the say­ing of Eli­jah: and she, and he, and her house, did eat many days. 16 And the bar­rel of meal wast­ed not, nei­ther did the cruse of oil fail, ac­cord­ing to the word of the LORD, which he spake by Eli­jah. 17 And it came to pass af­ter these things, that the son of the wom­an, the mis­tress of the house, fell sick; and his sick­ness was so sore, that there was no breath left in him. 18 And she said unto Eli­jah, What have I to do with thee, O thou man of God? art thou come unto me to call my sin to re­mem­brance, and to slay my son? 19 And he said unto her, Give me thy son. And he took him out of her bo­som, and car­ried him up into a loft, where he abode, and laid him upon his own bed. 20 And he cried unto the LORD, and said, O LORD my God, hast thou also brought evil upon the wid­ow with whom I so­journ, by slay­ing her son? 21 And he stretched him­self upon the child three times, and cried unto the LORD, and said, O LORD my God, I pray thee, let this child's soul come into him again. 22 And the LORD heard the voice of Eli­jah; and the soul of the child came into him again, and he re­vived. 23 And Eli­jah took the child, and brought him down out of the cham­ber into the house, and de­liv­ered him unto his moth­er: and Eli­jah said, See, thy son liveth. 24 And the wom­an said to Eli­jah, Now by this I know that thou art a man of God, and that the word of the LORD in thy mouth is truth.