Bring here the fattened calf and kill it, and let us eat and be merry.
Then Abraham ran to the herd and took a choice and tender calf and gave it to a servant, who hurried to prepare it.
My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness, and my mouth shall praise You with joyful lips.
Better is a meal of herbs where love is than a fattened calf with hatred.
She has slaughtered her meat; she has mixed her wine; she has also set her table.
In this mountain the Lord of Hosts shall prepare for all people a lavish feast, a feast of aged wines, choice pieces full of marrow, and refined, aged wines.
“But the father said to his servants, ‘Bring out the best robe and put it on him. And put a ring on his hand and shoes on his feet.
For this son of mine was dead, and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to be merry.
Now the woman had a fattened calf in the house, and she hurried and killed it, and took flour, and kneaded it, and baked unleavened bread from it.