12 quae respondit vivit Dominus Deus tuus quia non habeo panem nisi quantum pugillus capere potest farinae in hydria et paululum olei in lecytho en colligo duo ligna ut ingrediar et faciam illud mihi et filio meo ut comedamus et moriamur
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“As surely as the LORD your God lives,” she replied, “I don’t have any bread—only a handful of flour in a jar and a little olive oil in a jug. I am gathering a few sticks to take home and make a meal for myself and my son, that we may eat it—and die.”