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The king of Israel told Jehoshaphat, "As a matter of fact, there is another. But I hate him. He never preaches anything good to me, only doom, doom, doom - Micaiah son of Imlah." "The king shouldn't talk about a prophet like that!" said Jehoshaphat.
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So the king of Israel ordered one of his men, "Quickly, get Micaiah son of Imlah."
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Meanwhile, the king of Israel and Jehoshaphat were seated on their thrones, dressed in their royal robes, resplendent in front of the Samaria city gates. All the prophets were staging a prophecy-performance for their benefit.
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Zedekiah son of Kenaanah had even made a set of iron horns, and brandishing them, called out, "God's word! With these horns you'll gore Aram until there's nothing left of them!"
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All the prophets chimed in, "Yes! Go for Ramoth Gilead! An easy victory! God's gift to the king!"
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The messenger who went to get Micaiah told him, "The prophets have all said Yes to the king. Make it unanimous - vote Yes!"
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But Micaiah said, "As sure as God lives, what God says, I'll say."
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With Micaiah before him, the king asked him, "So, Micaiah - do we attack Ramoth Gilead? Or do we hold back?" "Go ahead," he said, "an easy victory! God's gift to the king."
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"Not so fast," said the king. "How many times have I made you promise under oath to tell me the truth and nothing but the truth?"
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"All right," said Micaiah, "since you insist . . . I saw all of Israel scattered over the hills, sheep with no shepherd. Then God spoke, 'These poor people have no one to tell them what to do. Let them go home and do the best they can for themselves.'"
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The king of Israel turned to Jehoshaphat, "See! What did I tell you? He never has a good word for me from God, only doom."