א וַיְהִי אִישׁ מֵהַר אֶפְרָיִם וּשְׁמוֹ מִיכָיְהוּ

There was a man from the highlands of Ephraim, a region stretching from the Yizre’el Valley in the north, to the hills of Jerusalem in the south, including the tribal portions of Manasseh, Ephraim, and Benjamin, and his name was Mikhayhu. Throughout the rest of the story, he is, with one exception, referred to simply as Mikha; Mikhayhu consists of his name and a suffix containing God’s name.

ב וַיֹּאמֶר לְאִמּוֹ אֶלֶף וּמֵאָה הַכֶּסֶף אֲשֶׁר לֻקַּח לָךְ ואַתְּ אָלִית וְגַם אָמַרְתְּ בְּאָזְנַי הִנֵּה הַכֶּסֶף אִתִּי אֲנִי לְקַחְתִּיו וַתֹּאמֶר אִמּוֹ בָּרוּךְ בְּנִי לַה'

He said to his mother: Do you remember the one thousand one hundred pieces of silver that were taken from you and about which you later cursed whoever stole the silver, and even said it in my ears? You told me about the disappearance of the silver and your curse. Here is the silver with me; I took it. His mother said: Blessed is my son to the Lord. I am pleased that the silver is still in our house, and that you have not done anything with it. May you be blessed, not cursed.