So he took up his parable and said,—From Aram, doth Balak conduct me, The king of Moab, from the mountains of the East, Come thou! curse me Jacob, Yea, come thou! rage on Israel.
because they met you not with bread and water, in the way, when ye came forth out of Egypt,—but hired against thee Balaam son of Beer from Pethor of Mesopotamia, to curse thee.
In that day, shall one take up against you a by-word, and lament a lamentable lamentation, saying—we are made, utterly desolate, the portion of my people, he passeth to others,—How doth he set me aside! To an apostate, our fields, doth he apportion.
And they were seeking, to secure, him,—and were in fear of the multitude; for they perceived that, against them, the parable he had spoken. And, leaving him, they departed.
Another parable, spake he unto them:—The kingdom of the heavens is like, unto leaven, which a woman took and hid in three measures of flour until, the whole, was leavened.
And, after him, Eleazar son of Dodo, son of Ahohi,—in the hero-class of mighty men, with David, when they reproached the Philistines, they were gathered together there to battle, but the men of Israel had gone up;
that it might be fulfilled, which was spoken through the prophet, saying—I will open, in parables, my mouth, I will bring up things hidden from the foundation!
Shall not, these, all of them, against him, take up—a taunt, a mocking poem, enigmatical sentences—concerning him? And say—Alas! for him who maketh abundance in what is not his own, How long? that he should be burdening himself with heavy debts?
Then said David unto the Philistine—Thou, art coming unto me with sword, and with spear, and with javelin,—but, I, am coming unto thee in the name of Yahweh of hosts, God of the ranks of Israel which thou hast reproached.
Thy servant could slay, either a lion or a bear,—and, this uncircumcised Philistine, shall become, as one of them, for he hath reproached the ranks of a Living God.
Lo! the people that hath come forth out of Egypt—he covereth the eye of the land. Now, do come, do revile me him, Peradventure I shall prevail in making war with him, And shall drive him out.
Rise, go thy way to Padan-aram to the house of Bethuel, thy mothers father,—and take thee from thence a wife, of the daughters of Laban, thy mothers brother.