Goodbye father, I'm moving to another country and I'm taking my share of property
I will take your stock of perfume
I'm hungry. I will go back to father and say "I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants."
Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.
What's going on? I hear music and dancing.
Your brother has come and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.
Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!
My son, you are always with me and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost is found.