My eyes grew wide when I read in the Tsena U’Rena, or Taytsh Chumesh, known as the Women’s Bible, that Sarah, a healer whose tent had been open to all throughout her long years, closed up shop forever in her shock at Isaac’s near sacrifice." (source)

"When the meal was over, the father chanted in Hebrew ―Shir Hashirim [―Song of Songs]. The mother sweetly sang the melody of the taytsh khumesh [the Yiddish translation of the Torah]. Over time, the candles flickered out, and the kerosene in the hanging lamp slowly extinguished. The house darkened and the family slept peacefully on fraytik bay nakht [Friday night]." (source)