And the son said unto him—Father! I have sinned against heaven, and before thee: No longer, am I worthy to be called a son of thine,—make me as one of thy hired servants.
But, the tax-collector, afar off, standing,—would not so much as lift up, his eyes, unto heaven, but kept smiting his own breast saying—O God! be propitiated unto me, the sinner!
Though, I myself, had said,—How can I put thee among the sons, And give thee a land to be coveted, An inheritance of beauty, of the hosts of nations? Yet I said, My father, shalt thou call me, And away from me, shalt thou not turn.
Was Ephraim, a very precious son to me? Was he a most delightful child? For as often as I have spoken against him, I have, remembered, him again! For this cause, have my affections been deeply moved for him, I must have, compassion, upon him, Declareth Yahweh.
For, thou, art our father, Though, Abraham, knew us not, And Israel could not acknowledge us,—Thou, O Yahweh, art our father, Our Redeemer from the Age-past time, is thy name.
If then, ye, being, evil, know how, good gifts, to be giving unto your children, how much more, will, your Father who is in the heavens, give good things to them that ask, him?
both his prayer and how God was entreated of him—and all his sin and his treacherous act, and the sites whereon he built high places, and set up the Sacred Stems and the images, before he humbled himself, there they are, written in the story of the seers.
And, whereas they gave word to leave the stock of the roots of the tree, thy kingdom, unto thee, is sure,—after that thou come to know, that the heavens, have dominion.