If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He doth not warm himself,

In the multiplying of the righteous the people rejoice, And in the ruling of the wicked the people sigh.

and all were bearing testimony to him, and were wondering at the gracious words that are coming forth out of his mouth, and they said, 'Is not this the son of Joseph?'

And it came to pass, in his saying these things, a certain woman having lifted up the voice out of the multitude, said to him, 'Happy the womb that carried thee, and the paps that thou didst suck!'