And he, further, sent, a third; but, they, bruising, this one also, thrust him out.
And he, further, sent another servant; but, they, beating, that one also, and dishonouring him, sent him away, empty.
And the lord of the vineyard said—What shall I do? I will send my son, the beloved,—It may be, that, him, they will respect.
After that, unto another, he said—And how much owest, thou? And, he, said—A hundred homers of wheat. He saith unto him—Kindly take thine accounts, and write—Eighty!