and bring the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and make merry;
And Abraham ran to the herd, and took a calf, tender and good, and gave it to the servant, who hastened to prepare it.
My soul is feasted as with marrow and fat, and my mouth praises thee with joyful lips,
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is than a fatted ox and hatred with it.
She has slaughtered her beasts, she has mixed her wine, she has also set her table.
On this mountain the Lord of hosts will make for all peoples a feast of fat things, a feast of wine on the lees, of fat things full of marrow, of wine on the lees well refined.
But the father said to his servants, ‘Bring quickly the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet;
for this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.’ And they began to make merry.
Now the woman had a fatted calf in the house, and she quickly killed it, and she took flour, and kneaded it and baked unleavened bread of it,