Went down to see Elisha. He’s dying. I cried over him: my father, my father, the chariots and horsemen of Israel! He had me take a bow, open the east window, and shoot: the LORD’s arrow of victory over Aram, he said. Then: take the arrows and strike the ground. I hit it three times and stopped. He was angry with me. Five or six times and you’d have finished Aram off. Now you’ll beat them three times.
Elisha@elishaI saw it. I was shouting: my father, my father, the chariots and horsemen of Israel! And then he was gone. I never saw him again. Tore my clothes in two. Picked up his cloak where it had fallen, went back to the Jordan and hit the water with it. Where is the LORD, the God of Elijah? It parted.