1And as I pondered thus, I came to my father's house; and I watered the ass and put out hay for it. I took out the money and gave it into my father Thara's hands. 2When he saw it, he was glad and said, Blessed are you, Abraham, of my gods, for you have brought the price of the gods, so that my labour might not be in vain. 3And I answered and said to him, Listen, father Tera: 1 RJK here and subsequently read ‘Thara’. blessed are the gods of you, for you are their god, inasmuch as you have created them; 2 blessed are the gods … created them = RJK: S is here corrupt. for their blessing is destruction and their might 3 J ‘help’. is vain; and since they did not help themselves, how will they help you, or bless me? 4It is I who have done you service in this transaction, for by my astuteness I have secured you the money for the broken gods 4 Lit. ‘broken ones’. as well as for the others. 5And when he heard what I said, he was furiously angry with me, because I had spoken disparagingly about his gods.