They take the road, the path of the Jews.

No one went near the Jews except the unhappy mother.

The path led them in front of the door of a nail-maker.

She finds the nail-maker with his children,

The nail-maker with his wife.

“Good-day, workman, what art making there?”

“The Jews have ordered nails of me;

They have ordered four of me;

But I, I am making them five.”

“Tell me, tell me, workman,