Like the cold of snow in time of harvest Is a trustworthy messenger to those who send him, For he refreshes the life of his masters.
A messenger that is wrong falls into evil, But a trustworthy envoy is a healing.
To cause you to know The certainty of the words of truth, To return words of truth to those who send to you?
Like cold water to a parched throat, Is good news from a distant land.
He who sends a message by the hand of a fool Cuts off feet, drinks damage.
And Pineḥas son of El‛azar the priest, and the rulers, returned from the children of Re’uḇĕn and the children of Gaḏ, from the land of Gil‛aḏ to the land of Kena‛an, to the children of Yisra’ĕl, and brought back word to them.