9 Go, I pray thee, to the flock, and fetch me thence two good kids of the goats. And I will make of them a savoury dish for thy father, such as he loves.
10 And thou shalt bring [it] to thy father, that he may eat, in order that he may bless thee before his death.
11 And Jacob said to Rebecca his mother, Behold, Esau my brother is a hairy man, and I am a smooth man.
12 My father perhaps will feel me, and I shall be in his sight as one who mocks [him], and I shall bring a curse on me, and not a blessing.
13 And his mother said to him, On me [be] thy curse, my son! Only hearken to my voice, and go, fetch [them].
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