"Child!" replied Isaac, somewhat heated, "thou knowest not what thou speakest--His neck and limbs are his own, but his horse and armour belong to--Holy Jacob! what was I about to say!--Nevertheless, it is a good youth--See, Rebecca! see, he is again about to go up to battle against the Philistine--Pray, child--pray for the safety of the good youth,--and of the speedy horse, and the rich armour.--God of my fathers!" he again exclaimed, "he hath conquered, and the uncircumcised Philistine hath fallen before his lance,--even as Og the King of Bashan, and Sihon, King of the Amorites, fell before the sword of our fathers!--Surely he shall take their gold and their silver, and their war-horses, and their armour of brass and of steel, for a prey and for a spoil."
Jóságos ég! - kiáltott fel. - A derék ifjú győzött, és a gonosz filiszteus ott gurul lába előtt a porban... mint ahogy Basan királya, Og, és az amoriták királya, Szihon, porba hullt őseink kardja előtt! Most aztán övé lesz a másiknak a lova meg az acélpáncélja, még az aranya meg az ezüstje is, mind az ő prédája lesz, az ő zsákmánya!