The Parable of the Prodigal Son
One man had two sons. And the younger of them said unto the father, “Father, give me the portion of the estate that I have laid.” And the father shared his estate with them.
After a few days, the younger son, having collected everything, went to the far side and there he wasted his estate, living dissolute. When he had lived everything, a great famine had come in that country, and he began to need it. And he went and joined one of the inhabitants of that country, who sent him to the fields to feed the pigs. And he was glad to fill his belly with the horns that the pigs ate, but no one gave him. When he came to himself, he said: “How many mercenaries from my father are overfilled with bread, and I’m dying of hunger! I’ll get up, go to my father and tell him:” Father! I have sinned against heaven and before you. And he is no longer worthy to be called your son; take me as one of your mercenaries. “So he got up and went to his father, and
His eldest son was in the field; and, coming back, when he approached the house, he heard singing and glee; and, calling one of the servants, asked: “What is this?”. He said to him: “Your brother came, and the father killed the fattened calf, because he accepted him well.” He was angry and did not want to come in. His father, coming out, called him. But he said to his father: “Behold, I have served you for so many years, and have never transgressed your command, but you never gave me a kid, that I might have fun with my friends.” And when this thy son, who has squandered his possessions, killed for him a fattened calf. ” The father said to him: “My son, you are always with me, and everything is mine, but it was necessary to rejoice and be glad that your brother was dead and came alive, was lost and was found.”
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