And, a certain man, who had been, lame from his mother’s womb, was being carried,—whom they used to lay daily at the door of the temple—the door called Beautiful, that he might ask alms of them who were entering into the temple:
And it came to pass that the beggar died, and was carried away by the messengers, into the bosom of Abraham. And, the rich man also, died, and was buried.
And they come into Jericho. And, as he was journeying forth from Jericho, and his disciples, and a considerable multitude, the son of Timaeus, blind Bar-Timaeus, a beggar, was sitting beside the road.
The prophets, have prophesied, falsely, And the priests tread down by their means, And, my people, love it, so,—What then can ye do as to her latter end?
What, then, will ye do for the day of visitation, And for the devastation, which from afar, shall come? Unto whom, will ye flee for help? And where will ye leave your gory?
So Haman came in, and the king said unto him, What shall be done unto the man in whose honour, the king delighteth? Then said Haman, in his own heart, Unto whom will the king delight to do honour, more than unto me?
And, when evening came, the master of the vineyard saith unto his steward—Call the labourers, and pay the hire,—beginning from the last, unto the first.