3 But Naboth replied, "May the Lord keep me from giving you the land my family handed down to me."
4 So Ahab went home. He was angry. He was in a bad mood because of what Naboth from Jezreel had said. He had told him, "I won't give you the land my family handed down to me." So Ahab lay on his bed. He was in a very bad mood. He wouldn't even eat anything.
5 His wife Jezebel came in. She asked him, "Why are you in such a bad mood? Why won't you eat anything?"
6 He answered her, "Because I spoke to Naboth from Jezreel. I said, 'Sell me your vineyard. Or, if you prefer, I'll give you another vineyard in its place.' But he said, 'I won't sell you my vineyard.' "
7 His wife Jezebel said, "Is this how the king of Israel acts? Get up! Eat something! Cheer up. I'll get you the vineyard of Naboth from Jezreel."
8 So she wrote some letters in Ahab's name. She stamped them with his seal. Then she sent them to the elders and nobles who lived in the city where Naboth lived.
9 In those letters she wrote, "Announce a day when people are supposed to go without eating. Have Naboth sit in an important place among the people.