Do not be afraid.
You cannot be afraid.
Your arms are wrapped around.
Do not be afraid.
There's nothing to do.
And the claps your hands resound.
Do not be afraid.
Do you feel really afraid?
Your feet they map the ground.
Do not be afraid.
It's not being afraid.
You'll have night visions.
Do not be afraid of not being afraid.
Your window when it's jostled.
Do not be afraid.
Do not be afraid.
We'll spend time.
Do not be afraid.
To go.
Around friends.
Over and over.
Do not be afraid.
We'll spend time in the mountains.
The biblical story of Jezebel is only a few sentences long. It seems that she and her husband, King Ahab, were accused of practicing idolatry by a young right-winger named Jehu, who had designs on the throne. Earlier, Ahab had acquired by devious means some real estate belonging to a neighbor, and Jezebel was said to have sparked a rumor that led to the neighbor's death. Ahab, a Hebrew, was king of northern Israel; Jezebel was the daughter of a king and queen of Phoenicia. Being a foreigner, she didn't wholeheartedly worship the god of the Jews, which may have led to the "idolatry" charges, but aside from loyally supporting her husband in his suspect land deal, she apparently had been as properly behaved as, say, Queen Elizabeth.
Then, there was a curious and fatal episode. The ambitious Jehu, having secretly murdered Jezebel's son (Ahab, in the meantime, had died in battle), came riding up to the palace. When Jezebel heard of his unscheduled visit, she, according to Scripture, "painted her face and tired her head and looked out a window." Another translation had her painting her "eyes" and "arranging her hair." In any case, there she was, freshly groomed, looking out at the Hebrew rebel, when he incited "two of three eunuchs" to "throw her down." "Her blood spattered on the wall," according to the gory old Bible, and Jehu left her in the courtyard for the dogs to eat while he went inside and helped himself to the wine. After a few flagons, he must have felt a prick of guilt because he ordered his flunkies to go bury her, but by that time the mutts had left nothing but "her skull, her feet, and the palms of her hands."
