3 And the prophet went on to say, “This altar will fall apart, and the ashes on it will be scattered. Then you will know that the Lord has spoken through me.”
4 When King Jeroboam heard this, he pointed at him and ordered, “Seize that man!” At once the king's arm became paralysed so that he couldn't pull it back.
5 The altar suddenly fell apart and the ashes spilt to the ground, as the prophet had predicted in the name of the Lord.
6 King Jeroboam said to the prophet, “Please pray for me to the Lord your God, and ask him to heal my arm!”The prophet prayed to the Lord, and the king's arm was healed.
7 Then the king said to the prophet, “Come home with me and have something to eat. I will reward you for what you have done.”
8 The prophet answered, “Even if you gave me half your wealth, I would not go with you or eat or drink anything with you.
9 The Lord has commanded me not to eat or drink a thing, and not to return home the same way I came.”