¹⁵ On the fourth^[a] day, they said to Samson’s wife, “Coax^(A) your husband into explaining the riddle for us, or we will burn you and your father’s household to death.^(B) Did you invite us here to steal our property?”

¹⁶ Then Samson’s wife threw herself on him, sobbing, “You hate me! You don’t really love me.^(C) You’ve given my people a riddle, but you haven’t told me the answer.”

“I haven’t even explained it to my father or mother,” he replied, “so why should I explain it to you?” ¹⁷ She cried the whole seven days^(D) of the feast. So on the seventh day he finally told her, because she continued to press him. She in turn explained the riddle to her people.