Genesis
27: 1
Now when Yitzhak was old and his eyes had becometoo dim for seeing, he called Esav, his elder son, and said to him:
My son!
He said to him:
Here I am.
2 He said:
Now here, I have grown old, and do not know the day of my death.
3 So now, pray pick up your weapons—your hanging-quiver and your bow,
go out into the field and hunt me down some hunted-game,
4 and make me a delicacy, such as I love;
bring it to me, and I will eat it,
that I may give you my own blessing before I die.
5 Now Rivka was listening as Yitzhak spoke to Esav his son,
and so when Esav went off into the fields to hunt down hunted-game to bring (to him),
6 Rivka said to Yaakov her son, saying:
Here, I was listening as your father spoke to Esav your brother, saying:
7 Bring me some hunted-game and make me a delicacy, I will eat it
and give you blessing before Yhwh, before my death.
8 So now, my son, listen to my voice, to what I command you:
9 Pray go to the flock and take me two fine goat kids from there,
I will make them into a delicacy for your father, such as he loves;
10 you bring it to your father, and he will eat,
so that he may give you blessing before his death.
11 Yaakov said to Rivka his mother:
Here, Esav my brother is a hairy man, and I am a smooth man,
12 perhaps my father will feel me—then I will be like a trickster in his eyes,
and I will bring a curse and not a blessing on myself!
13 His mother said to him:
Let your curse be on me, my son!
Only: listen to my voice and go, take them for me.
14 He went and took and brought them to his mother, and his mother made a delicacy,
such as his father loved.
15 Rivka then took the garments of Esav, her elder son, the choicest
ones that were with her in
the house,
16 and clothed Yaakov, her younger son;
and with the skins of the goat kids, she clothed his hands and the
smooth-parts of his neck.
17 Then she placed the delicacy and the bread that she had made in the hand
of Yaakov her son.
18 He came to his father and said:
Father!
He said:
Here I am. Which one are you, my son?
19 Yaakov said to his father:
I am Esav, your firstborn.
I have done as you spoke to me:
Pray arise, sit and eat from my hunted-game,
that you may give me your own blessing.
20 Yitzhak said to his son:
How did you find it so hastily, my son?
He said: Indeed, Yhwh your God made it happen for me.
21 Yitzhak said to Yaakov:
Pray come closer, that I may feel you, my son,
whether you are really my son Esav or not.
22 Yaakov moved closer to Yitzhak his father.
He felt him and said:
The voice is Yaakov’s voice, the hands are Esav’s hands—
23 but he did not recognize him, for his hands were like the hands of Esav his brother,
hairy.
Now he was about to bless him,
24 when he said:
Are you he, my son Esav?
He said:
I am.
25 So he said: Bring it close to me, and I will eat from the hunted-game of my son,
in order that I may give you my own blessing.
He put it close to him and he ate,
he brought him wine and he drank.
26 Then Yitzhak his father said to him:
Pray come close and kiss me, my son.
27 He came close and kissed him.
Now he smelled the smell of his garments
and blessed him and said:
See, the smell of my son
is like the smell of a field
that Yhwh has blessed.
28 So may God give you
from the dew of the heavens,
from the fat of the earth,
(along with) much grain and new-wine!
29 May peoples serve you,
may tribes bow down to you;
be master to your brothers,
may your mother’s sons bow down to you!
Those who damn you, damned!
Those who bless you, blessed!
30 Now it was, when Yitzhak had finished blessing Yaakov,
yes it was—Yaakov had just gone out, out from the presence of Yitzhak his father—
that Esav his brother came back from his hunting.
31 He too made a delicacy and brought it to his father.
He said to his father:
Let my father arise and eat from the hunted-game of his son,
that you may give me your own blessing.
32 Yitzhak his father said to him:
Which one are you?
He said:
I am your son, your firstborn, Esav.
33 Yitzhak trembled with very great trembling
and said:
Who then was he
that hunted down hunted-game and brought it to me—I ate it all before you came
and I gave him my blessing!
Now blessed he must remain!
34 When Esav heard the words of his father,
he cried out with a very great and bitter cry,
and said to his father:
Bless me, me also, father!
35 He said:
Your brother came with deceit and took away your blessing.
36 He said:
Is that why his name was called Yaakov/Heel-Sneak? For he has now sneaked
against me twice:
My firstborn-right he took, and now he has taken my blessing!
And he said:
Haven’t you reserved a blessing for me?
37 Yitzhak answered, saying to Esav:
Here, I have made him master to you,
and all his brothers I have given him as servants,
with grain and new-wine I have invested him—
so for you, what then can I do, my son?
38 Esav said to his father:
Have you only a single blessing, father?
Bless me, me also, father!
And Esav lifted up his voice and wept.
39 Then Yitzhak his father answered, saying to him:
Behold, from the fat of the earth
must be your dwelling-place,
from the dew of the heavens above.
40 You will live by your sword,
you will serve your brother.
But it will be
that when you brandish it,|
you will tear his yoke from your neck.
41 Now Esav held a grudge against Yaakov because of the blessing
with which his father had
blessed him.
Esav said in his heart:
Let the days of mourning for my father draw near
and then I will kill Yaakov my brother!
42 Rivka was told of the words of Esav, her elder son.
She sent and called for Yaakov, her younger son,
and said to him:
Here, Esav your brother is consoling himself about you, with (the thought of) killing you.
43 So now, my son, listen to my voice:
Arise and flee to Lavan my brother in Harran,
44 and stay with him for some days, until your brother’s fury has turned away,
45 until his anger turns away from you and he forgets what you did to him.
Then I will send and have you taken from there—
for should I be bereaved of you both in a single day?
46 So Rivka said to Yitzhak:
I loathe my life because of those Hittite women;
if Yaakov should take a wife from the Hittite women—like these, from
the women of the land,
why should I have life?