Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate.
On this mountain the Lord Almighty will prepare a feast of rich food for all peoples, a banquet of aged wine— the best of meats and the finest of wines.
I will be fully satisfied as with the richest of foods; with singing lips my mouth will praise you.
She has prepared her meat and mixed her wine; she has also set her table.
Then he ran to the herd and selected a choice, tender calf and gave it to a servant, who hurried to prepare it.
The woman had a fattened calf at the house, which she butchered at once. She took some flour, kneaded it and baked bread without yeast.
Better a small serving of vegetables with love than a fattened calf with hatred.
“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.
For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.