She brought forth her firstborn son, and she wrapped him in bands of cloth, and placed him in a feeding trough, because there was no room for them in the inn.

He reasoned within himself, saying, 'What will I do, because I do not have room to store my crops?'

and he who invited both of you would come and tell you, 'Make room for this person.' Then you would begin, with shame, to take the lowest place.

"The servant said, 'Lord, it is done as you commanded, and there is still room.'

Tell the master of the house, 'The Teacher says to you, "Where is the guest room, where I may eat the Passover with my disciples?"'

He will show you a large, furnished upper room. Make preparations there."