And whoever compels you to go one mile, go with him two.

two women grinding at the mill, one will be taken and one will be left.

I fed you with milk, not solid food, for you weren't yet ready. And even now you are still not ready,

What soldier ever serves at his own expense? Who plants a vineyard, and does not eat of its fruit? Or who feeds a flock, and does not drink from the flock's milk?

For when by reason of the time you ought to be teachers, you again need to have someone teach you the rudiments of the first principles of the oracles of God. You have come to need milk, and not solid food.

For everyone who lives on milk is not experienced in the word of righteousness, for he is a baby.

as newborn babies, long for the pure milk of the Word, that you may grow thereby to salvation,

The voice of harpists, minstrels, flute players, and trumpeters will be heard no more at all in you. No craftsman, of whatever craft, will be found any more at all in you. The sound of a mill will be heard no more at all in you.