²⁰ And the old man saith, `Peace to thee; only, all thy lack [is] on me, only in the broad place lodge not.'

²¹ And he bringeth him in to his house, and mixeth [food] for the asses, and they wash their feet, and eat and drink.

²² They are making their heart glad, and lo, men of the city, men -- sons of worthlessness -- have gone round about the house, beating on the door, and they speak unto the old man, the master of the house, saying, `Bring out the man who hath come unto thine house, and we know him.'