If you had been Bezalel or Oholiab and had toiled to produce such fabulous works of art, how would you have felt knowing that so few saw them?
Kui sina oleksid olnud Betsaleeli ja Oholiabi asemel ning näinud vaeva selliste imeliste kunstiteoste kallal, siis kuidas sa oleksid end tundnud, teades, et nii vähesed neid näevad?