And he said, Throw her down. So they threw her down: and some of her blood was sprinkled on the wall, and on the horses: and he trode her under foot. (2 Kings 9:33)
To show for her his utter contempt as she was in her dying agonies. The decked and painted body, which had been so ignominiously cast out of the window, had its last spark of life crushed out by the horses and chariot wheels of the furious avenger, with her royal but tainted blood splashing against the palace wall and staining the horses’ feet. Jezebel did not die the death of a queen, but of the contemptible creature she had proved herself to be. She had hated righteousness, and now her nation hated her. She had despised God, and today the world looks back upon her with horror and contempt.
Our condemnation of Jezebel should not lead us to approve, even by our silence, the barbaric course that Jehu followed in dealing with her. The only extenuation for his method of executing judgment on her is that he lived in a violent age. Violence begets violence.
Throw her down.
The proud, domineering, tyrannical woman was to perish for her crimes. Such was the demand of justice and such was the decree of God. It was a fitting end to her insolence and arrogance. Thrones resting on violence and corruption will not long endure.