Take the fattened calf and slaughter it. Then let us celebrate with a feast,
He ran to the herd, picked out a tender, choice calf, and gave it to a servant, who quickly prepared it.
I will bless you as long as I live; I will lift up my hands, calling on your name.
Better a dish of herbs where love is than a fatted ox and hatred with it.
She has prepared her meat, mixed her wine, yes, she has spread her table.
On this mountain the Lord of hosts will provide for all peoples A feast of rich food and choice wines, juicy, rich food and pure, choice wines.
But his father ordered his servants, ‘Quickly bring the finest robe and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.
because this son of mine was dead, and has come to life again; he was lost, and has been found.’ Then the celebration began.
The woman had a stall-fed calf in the house, which she now quickly slaughtered. Then taking flour, she kneaded it and baked unleavened bread.