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1 And it came to pass, that when Isaac was old, and his eyes were dim, so that he could not see, he called Esau his el­dest son, and said unto him, My son: and he said unto him, Be­hold, here am I. 2 And he said, Be­hold now, I am old, I know not the day of my death: 3 Now there­fore take, I pray thee, thy weapons, thy quiver and thy bow, and go out to the field, and take me some veni­son; 4 And make me savoury meat, such as I love, and bring it to me, that I may eat; that my soul may bless thee be­fore I die. 5 And Re­bekah heard when Isaac spake to Esau his son. And Esau went to the field to hunt for veni­son, and to bring it. 6 And Re­bekah spake unto Ja­cob her son, say­ing, Be­hold, I heard thy fa­ther speak unto Esau thy broth­er, say­ing, 7 Bring me veni­son, and make me savoury meat, that I may eat, and bless thee be­fore the LORD be­fore my death. 8 Now there­fore, my son, obey my voice ac­cord­ing to that which I com­mand thee. 9 Go now to the flock, and fetch me from thence two good kids of the goats; and I will make them savoury meat for thy fa­ther, such as he loveth: 10 And thou shalt bring it to thy fa­ther, that he may eat, and that he may bless thee be­fore his death. 11 And Ja­cob said to Re­bekah his moth­er, Be­hold, Esau my broth­er is a hairy man, and I am a smooth man: 12 My fa­ther per­ad­ven­ture will feel me, and I shall seem to him as a de­ceiv­er; and I shall bring a curse upon me, and not a bless­ing. 13 And his moth­er said unto him, Upon me be thy curse, my son: only obey my voice, and go fetch me them. 14 And he went, and fetched, and brought them to his moth­er: and his moth­er made savoury meat, such as his fa­ther loved. 15 And Re­bekah took good­ly rai­ment of her el­dest son Esau, which were with her in the house, and put them upon Ja­cob her younger son: 16 And she put the skins of the kids of the goats upon his hands, and upon the smooth of his neck: 17 And she gave the savoury meat and the bread, which she had pre­pared, into the hand of her son Ja­cob. 18 And he came unto his fa­ther, and said, My fa­ther: and he said, Here am I; who art thou, my son? 19 And Ja­cob said unto his fa­ther, I am Esau thy first­born; I have done ac­cord­ing as thou badest me: arise, I pray thee, sit and eat of my veni­son, that thy soul may bless me. 20 And Isaac said unto his son, How is it that thou hast found it so quick­ly, my son? And he said, Be­cause the LORD thy God brought it to me. 21 And Isaac said unto Ja­cob, Come near, I pray thee, that I may feel thee, my son, whether thou be my very son Esau or not. 22 And Ja­cob went near unto Isaac his fa­ther; and he felt him, and said, The voice is Jacob's voice, but the hands are the hands of Esau. 23 And he dis­cerned him not, be­cause his hands were hairy, as his broth­er Esau's hands: so he blessed him. 24 And he said, Art thou my very son Esau? And he said, I am. 25 And he said, Bring it near to me, and I will eat of my son's veni­son, that my soul may bless thee. And he brought it near to him, and he did eat: and he brought him wine, and he drank. 26 And his fa­ther Isaac said unto him, Come near now, and kiss me, my son. 27 And he came near, and kissed him: and he smelled the smell of his rai­ment, and blessed him, and said, See, the smell of my son is as the smell of a field which the LORD hath blessed: 28 There­fore God give thee of the dew of heav­en, and the fat­ness of the earth, and plen­ty of corn and wine: 29 Let peo­ple serve thee, and na­tions bow down to thee: be lord over thy brethren, and let thy mother's sons bow down to thee: cursed be ev­ery one that curseth thee, and blessed be he that bles­seth thee. 30 And it came to pass, as soon as Isaac had made an end of bless­ing Ja­cob, and Ja­cob was yet scarce gone out from the pres­ence of Isaac his fa­ther, that Esau his broth­er came in from his hunt­ing. 31 And he also had made savoury meat, and brought it unto his fa­ther, and said unto his fa­ther, Let my fa­ther arise, and eat of his son's veni­son, that thy soul may bless me. 32 And Isaac his fa­ther said unto him, Who art thou? And he said, I am thy son, thy first­born Esau. 33 And Isaac trem­bled very ex­ceed­ing­ly, and said, Who? where is he that hath tak­en veni­son, and brought it me, and I have eat­en of all be­fore thou camest, and have blessed him? yea, and he shall be blessed. 34 And when Esau heard the words of his fa­ther, he cried with a great and ex­ceed­ing bit­ter cry, and said unto his fa­ther, Bless me, even me al­so, O my fa­ther. 35 And he said, Thy broth­er came with sub­tilty, and hath tak­en away thy bless­ing. 36 And he said, Is not he right­ly named Ja­cob? for he hath sup­plant­ed me these two times: he took away my birthright; and, be­hold, now he hath tak­en away my bless­ing. And he said, Hast thou not re­served a bless­ing for me? 37 And Isaac an­swered and said unto Esau, Be­hold, I have made him thy lord, and all his brethren have I giv­en to him for ser­vants; and with corn and wine have I sus­tained him: and what shall I do now unto thee, my son? 38 And Esau said unto his fa­ther, Hast thou but one bless­ing, my fa­ther? bless me, even me al­so, O my fa­ther. And Esau lift­ed up his voice, and wept. 39 And Isaac his fa­ther an­swered and said unto him, Be­hold, thy dwelling shall be the fat­ness of the earth, and of the dew of heav­en from above; 40 And by thy sword shalt thou live, and shalt serve thy broth­er; and it shall come to pass when thou shalt have the do­min­ion, that thou shalt break his yoke from off thy neck. 41 And Esau hat­ed Ja­cob be­cause of the bless­ing where­with his fa­ther blessed him: and Esau said in his heart, The days of mourn­ing for my fa­ther are at hand; then will I slay my broth­er Ja­cob. 42 And these words of Esau her el­der son were told to Re­bekah: and she sent and called Ja­cob her younger son, and said unto him, Be­hold, thy broth­er Esau, as touch­ing thee, doth com­fort him­self, purposing to kill thee. 43 Now there­fore, my son, obey my voice; and arise, flee thou to La­ban my broth­er to Ha­ran; 44 And tar­ry with him a few days, un­til thy brother's fury turn away; 45 Un­til thy brother's anger turn away from thee, and he for­get that which thou hast done to him: then I will send, and fetch thee from thence: why should I be de­prived also of you both in one day? 46 And Re­bekah said to Isaac, I am weary of my life be­cause of the daugh­ters of Heth: if Ja­cob take a wife of the daugh­ters of Heth, such as these which are of the daugh­ters of the land, what good shall my life do me?