The great Samuel had died.
At Ramah, he was buried.
David was still homeless,
Wandering in wilderness.
There was a rich man
Of the Caleb clan,
Who was well known
In the Maon Town.
His name was Nabal,
And his wife's name, Abigail.
He had rich lands near Carmel.
Which gave him returns well.
One day, David sent,
And his servant went
With a message to Nabal,
To entertain them all.
Nabal said, 'Who's David?
Of him, I’ve never heard.
I can't waste my bread
On these slaves unheard.'
Despite such insulting words,
They didn't wield their swords,
But still stood as guards
And protected his fields.
A servant of Nabal
Went and told Abigail,
'What Master had done,
It's no good for anyone.'
Abigail felt for David.
She took donkeys' load
Of wine and bread,
And to his place hurried.
Before David, she knelt.
For her, David also felt.
The offer of her food
With grace, he accepted.
For Nabal, she pleaded.
And to her, David assured,
'No harm will be done,
By me nor by my men.'
When she came back,
Nabal was fully drunk.
Later, he never awoke,
As he died of a stroke.
David pitied her
And sent word to her
'You can marry me
And stay with me.'
She thought it proper,
And accepted his offer.
She became his wife,
And shared his life.
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The tenderness of David displayed in his protective attitude towards Abigail.. In this case, pity did indeed prove to be akin to love. Lovely work, Simon. Warm regards, Sandra