And suppose he answers from the inside, 'Don't bother me; the door is locked by this time, and my children are in bed with me. I can't get up and give you anything.'

I don't deserve to be called your son any more; only make me like one of your hired men."'

The son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I don't deserve to be called your son any more.'

they said to themselves, "Don't let us tear it. Let us draw lots to see who gets it" (that the scripture might be fulfilled, they distributed my clothes among them, and drew lots for my raiment). This was what the soldiers did.