וַיֹּ֨אמֶר יְהוָ֜ה אֵלַ֗י אֶל־תָּ֙צַר֙ אֶת־מוֹאָ֔ב וְאַל־תִּתְגָּ֥ר בָּ֖ם מִלְחָמָ֑ה כִּ֠י לֹֽא־אֶתֵּ֨ן לְךָ֤ מֵֽאַרְצוֹ֙ יְרֻשָּׁ֔ה כִּ֣י לִבְנֵי־ל֔וֹט נָתַ֥תִּי אֶת־עָ֖ר יְרֻשָּֽׁה׃
I rzekł Wiekuisty do mnie: "Nie nacieraj na Moab, ani wszczynaj z nimi walki; gdyż nie oddam ci nic z ziemi jego w dziedzictwo; bo synom Lota oddałem Ar w dziedzictwo!
Zohar
When this vine came near the Shekinah it put forth three branches. Then it “was as though it budded”, like a bride bedecking herself, and it entered in the love and the joy of that wine to the place where joy abides. Then “its blossoms shot forth”: its love went out to its beloved and it began to sing in love. Then were those tender grapes ripened and filled with the good old wine into which Jacob had poured water.
Zohar
Now, Companions, let us say grace.’ They handed him the cup and he said grace, and the Companions rejoiced more than they had ever done since the wedding of R. Eleazar. They blessed the boy with all their hearts, and he said to them: ‘You should not depart save with words of the Torah.’