Bring the fattened calf, kill it, and let’s celebrate with a feast.
Then Abraham ran to the herd and took one of his best calves. He gave it to his servant, who prepared it quickly.
You satisfy my soul with the richest foods. My mouth will sing ⌞your⌟ praise with joyful lips.
Better to have a dish of vegetables where there is love than juicy steaks where there is hate.
She has prepared her meat. She has mixed her wine. She has set her table.
On this mountain the Lord of Armies will prepare for all people a feast with the best foods, a banquet with aged wines, with the best foods and the finest wines.
“The father said to his servants, ‘Hurry! Bring out the best robe, and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.
My son was dead and has come back to life. He was lost but has been found.’ Then they began to celebrate.
The woman immediately butchered a fattened calf that she owned. She took flour, kneaded it, and baked some unleavened bread.
