Love you therefore the stranger: for you were strangers in the land of Egypt.
Diderot rose on Shrove Tuesday morning and groping in his pocket found nothing wherewith to keep that day, which he spent wandering about Paris and its precincts. He was ill when he got back to his quarters, went to bed and was treated by his landlady to a little toast and wine. "That day," he told a friend in after life, "I swore that if ever I came to have anything, I would never in my life refuse a poor man help, never condemn a fellow creature to a day so painful."
Parallel VersesKJV: Love ye therefore the stranger: for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt.