Naamah was worried, it was well after the rising of the sun, but still there was no sign of Methuselah. She approached his tent with care as the old man was particular about his privacy.
Not for the first time in his long life, Noah gave thanks to God for the wisdom of his wife. He smiled ruefully as he remembered Naamah pleading with him not to cut down every
Noah stood facing the dawning light, his beloved Naamah still resting in their tent behind him. He shuddered at the thought of what might have happened, giving silent thanks to God for her safe delivery