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 with meat; for you weren't yet ready. Indeed, not even now are you ready,

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

For although by this time you should 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,

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.