“How many times must I do it, Lord?” “Seventy times seven.” That is how it is. If a child of yours fell downstairs, would you not pick him up seventy times seven?

“How often must I forgive? Seventy times seven.” If he calls me a thousand times I still must pull him out, and you go over it all again.

One servant owes him ten thousand talents, and he didn’t have it, so the king ordered that the man, his wife and children be sold, and whatever they had, to settle the account.