Men den fattige mannen hadde bare ett lite lam, som han hadde kjøpt og stelt pent med. Den vokste opp hos ham som en av hans egne barn. Den spiste av hans brød, drakk av hans kopp, og lå i fanget hans. Den var som en datter for ham.
But the poor man had only one little she-lamb, which he had got and taken care of: from its birth it had been with him like one of his children; his meat was its food, and from his cup it took its drink, resting in his arms, and it was like a daughter to him.