 Well, thank you, Elisha. That doesn't make sense. If all I had to do was take a bath, I could do that in Damascus. There are much nicer rivers there, the Abana, the Farfar, and how could bathing in that filthy pit cure me anyway? I refuse. And Naaman, beside himself with rage... Boy, am I angry. Yeah, me too. ...planned to go home, still afflicted with his leprosy. Naaman left Elisha in a rage, but his servants ran to catch up with him.