Take the fattened calf and slaughter it. Then let us celebrate with a feast,
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.
I will bless you as long as I live; I will lift up my hands, calling on your name.
She has prepared her meat, mixed her wine, yes, she has spread her table.
He ran to the herd, picked out a tender, choice calf, and gave it to a servant, who quickly prepared it.
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.
Better a dish of herbs where love is than a fatted ox and hatred with it.
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.