Löydetty 457 Tulokset: story of Esau and Jacob

  • Jacob went closer to his father Isaac, who felt him and said, 'The voice is Jacob's voice but the arms are the arms of Esau!' (Genesis 27, 22)

  • He did not recognise him since his arms were hairy like his brother Esau's, and so he blessed him. (Genesis 27, 23)

  • He said, 'Are you really my son Esau?' And he replied, 'I am.' (Genesis 27, 24)

  • As soon as Isaac had finished blessing Jacob, and just as Jacob was leaving his father Isaac, his brother Esau returned from hunting. (Genesis 27, 30)

  • His father Isaac asked, 'Who are you?' 'I am your first-born son, Esau,' he replied. (Genesis 27, 32)

  • On hearing his father's words, Esau cried out loudly and bitterly and said to his father, 'Father, bless me too!' (Genesis 27, 34)

  • Esau said, 'His name should be Jacob right enough, for he has now supplanted me twice. First he took my birthright, and look, now he has gone and taken my blessing! But', he added, 'have you not kept a blessing for me?' (Genesis 27, 36)

  • Isaac replied to Esau, 'I have already made him your master; I have given him all his brothers as servants, I have given him grain and wine to sustain him. So what can I do for you, son?' (Genesis 27, 37)

  • Esau said to his father, 'Can you bless only once, father? Father, bless me too.' Isaac remained silent, and Esau began to weep aloud. (Genesis 27, 38)

  • Esau hated Jacob because of the blessing his father had given him, and Esau said to himself, 'The time to mourn for my father will soon be here. Then I shall kill my brother Jacob.' (Genesis 27, 41)

  • When the words of Esau, her elder son, were repeated to Rebekah, she sent for her younger son Jacob and said to him, 'Look, your brother Esau means to take revenge and kill you. (Genesis 27, 42)

  • Rebekah said to Isaac, 'The Hittite women sicken me to death. If Jacob were to marry a Hittite woman like these, one of the local women, what would there be left in life for me?' (Genesis 27, 46)


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