XXXI. GENESIS, Chap. XXXVII. Ver. 5. to 11. Jofeph's Dreams. His Brethren hate him. AN Envy, Hatred, and Ambition reign CAN With harmless Shepherds on their humble And for a Dream wou'd Jofeph facrifice. He thought he faw the Fields with Harveft crown'd, Agen he dreams, the Sun and Moon appear, Elev'n fair Stars which weaker Luftre wear Compose their Train; they all in confult meet, Humbly fubmit, and bow beneath his Feet : The Patriarch hear'd, his forward Son reprov'd, Tho' with the weighty Omen not unmov'd: He treasures up his Dreams, content to wait Till labring Time difclos'd the deep Refolves of Fate. XXXII. Jofeph fold to the Ifhmaelites by his Brethren, and carried into Egypt. NE Ear Shechem's ruin'd Walls the Patriarchs led And careless feat themselves to their repaft: To these we'll fell the Youth, nor need we fear The motion pleas'd, he's fold, the Price is pay'd, And thro' the Deferts he to Mizraims Realms convey'd. XXXII. GENESIS, Chap. XXXVII. Ver. 12. 59 to 28. V.26. Judah faid unto his brethren, what profit is it if we flay our brother, and conceal his bloud? 27. Come, and let us fell to him the Ishmaelites, and let not our band be upon him; for he is our brother, and our flefb: and his brethren were content. 28. Then there paffed by Midianites, merchantmen; and they drew and lift up Jofeph out of the pit, and fold Jofeph to the Ishmaelites for twenty pieces of filver: and they brought Jofeph into Egypt. XXXIII. Jacob laments for his Son Jofeph.** TH HE Brethren now with Fraud their Fact dif- And their Injustice muft conceal with Lies: With loud Laments his Garments and his Hair! When Jofeph is no more shall Facob live? Heavier ye Griefs! make hafte ye ling'ring Cares. And meet thee once agen, my Foseph, in the Tomb. XXXIII. XXXIII. GENESIS, Chap. XXXVII. from Ver. 61 31. to 35. 31. They took Jofeph's coat, and killed a kidof the goats, and dipped the coat in the bloud. 32. And they sent the coat of many colours, and brought it to their father; and said, this have we found: know now whether it be thy fon's coat or no. 33. And he knew it, and faid, it is my fons coat; an evil beast hath devoured him: Jofeph is without doubt rent in pieces. 34. And Jacob rent his clothes, and put sackcloth upon his loyns, and mourned for his fon many days. |