Bring the fattest calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate.
Then he ran over to the herd. He picked out a choice, tender calf. He gave it to a servant, who hurried to prepare it.
I will be as satisfied as if I had eaten the best food there is. I will sing praise to you with my mouth.
A few vegetables where there is love are better than the finest meat where there is hatred.
She has prepared her meat and mixed her wine. She has also set her table.
On Mount Zion the Lord who rules over all will prepare a feast for all the nations. The best and richest foods and the finest aged wines will be served.
“But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.
This son of mine was dead. And now he is alive again. He was lost. And now he is found.’ So they began to celebrate.
The woman had a fat calf at her house. She killed it at once. She got some flour. She mixed it and baked some bread that didn’t have any yeast in it.