Mephibosheth,1 Saul's grandson, also went down to meet the king. He had not taken care of his feet or trimmed his mustache or washed his clothes from the day the king left until the day he returned safely.
When he came from Jerusalem to meet the king, the king asked him, "Why didn't you go with me,2 Mephibosheth?"
He said, "My lord the king, since I your servant am lame,3 I said, 'I will have my donkey saddled and will ride on it, so I can go with the king.' But Ziba4 my servant betrayed me.
And he has slandered your servant to my lord the king. My lord the king is like an angel5 of God; so do whatever pleases you.
All my grandfather's descendants deserved nothing but death6 from my lord the king, but you gave your servant a place among those who eat at your table.7 So what right do I have to make any more appeals to the king?"
The king said to him, "Why say more? I order you and Ziba to divide the fields."
Mephibosheth said to the king, "Let him take everything, now that my lord the king has arrived home safely."