I asked her, and said, 'Whose daughter are you?' She said, 'The daughter of Betu'el, Nachor's son, whom Milkah bore to him.' I put the ring on her nose, and the bracelets on her hands.
But it has happened to them according to the true proverb, *The dog turns to his own vomit again,* and *the sow that has washed to wallowing in the mire.*