¶ There was a man in mount Ephraim, named Micah which said unto his mother: the eleven hundredth silverlings that were taken from thee, about which thou cursedst and saidst in mine ears: Behold the silver is with me for I took it away. Then said his mother, blessed be thou my son, in the LORD. And so he restored the eleven hundredth silverlings to his mother again. And his mother said: I vowed the silver unto the LORD of mine hand for my son: to make a graven image and an image of metal. Now therefore I give it thee again. And he restored the money again unto his mother. Then his mother took two hundredth silverlings and put them to a goldsmith, to make thereof a graven image and a image of metal, which remained in the house of Micah. And the man Micah had a chapel of gods, and made an Ephod and images, and filled the hand of one of his sons which became his priest. For in those days there was no king in Israel, but every man did what thought him best.
¶ And there was a young man out of Bethlehem Iuda, and out of the kindreds of Iuda: which young man was a Levite and sojourned there. And the man departed out of the city of Bethlehem Iuda, to go dwell where he could find a place. And he came to mount Ephraim, and to the house of Micah as he journeyed. And Micah said unto him, whence comest thou? and the Levite answered him: I am of Bethlehem Iuda, and go to dwell where I may find a place. And Micah said unto him: dwell with me, and be unto me a father and a priest. And I will give thee ten silverlings by year and raiment of all sorts, and thy meat and drink. And the Levite went and began to dwell with the man, and was unto him as dear as one of his own sons. And Micah filled the hand of the Levite, and the young man became his priest, and continued in the house of Micah. Then said Micah, now I am sure that the LORD will be good unto me, seeing I have a Levite to my priest.