LXX2012(i)
19 Yet is there straw and food for our asses, and bread and wine for me and my handmaid and the young man with your servants; there is no lack of anything.
20 And the old man said, Peace [be] to you; only be every lack of your upon me, only do you by no means lodge in the street.
21 And he brought him into his house, and made room for his asses; and they washed their feet, and ate and drank.