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When his mother died, Tobias buried her beside his father. Then he left for Media with his wife and children. He lived in Ecbatana with Raguel, his father-in-law. (Tobit 14, 12)
A motley gathering followed in his rear, as numerous as locusts or the grains of sand on the ground; there was no counting their multitude. (Judith 2, 20)
Remember how he treated Abraham, all the ordeals of Isaac, all that happened to Jacob in Syrian Mesopotamia while he kept the sheep of Laban, his mother's brother. (Judith 8, 26)
Overcome with emotion, the people all prostrated themselves and worshipped God, exclaiming with one voice, 'Blessings on you, our God, for confounding your people's enemies today!' (Judith 13, 17)
There were white and violet hangings fastened with cords of fine linen and purple thread to silver rings on marble columns, couches of gold and silver on a pavement of porphyry, marble, mother-of-pearl and precious stones. (Esther 1, 6)
and was now bringing up a certain Hadassah, otherwise called Esther, his uncle's daughter, who had lost both father and mother; the girl had a good figure and a beautiful face, and on the death of her parents Mordecai had adopted her as his daughter. (Esther 2, 7)
Shortly afterwards, King Ahasuerus singled out Haman son of Hammedatha, a native of Agag, for promotion. He raised him in rank, granting him precedence over all his colleagues, the other officers-of-state, (Esther 3, 1)
and held forth to them about his dazzling wealth, his many children, how the king had raised him to a position of honour and promoted him over the heads of the king's officers-of-state and ministers. (Esther 5, 11)
and said: Naked I came from my mother's womb, naked I shall return again. Yahweh gave, Yahweh has taken back. Blessed be the name of Yahweh! (Job 1, 21)
They are crushed as easily as a moth, between morning and evening they are ground to powder. They vanish for ever, with no one to bring them back. (Job 4, 20)
For his part, he crumbles away like rotten wood, or like a moth-eaten garment, (Job 13, 28)
To the tomb, I cry, 'You are my father!' -- to the worm, 'You are my mother-you, my sister!' (Job 17, 14)
