When the men of the place asked about his wife, he said, ‘She is my sister,’ for he was afraid to say ‘my wife’, thinking, ‘The men of the place will kill me on account of Rebekah, for she is a beautiful woman.’
I was sleeping, but my heart was awake. A sound! My love was knocking! Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one. For my head is drenched with dew, my hair with droplets of the night.
He left all that he owned under Joseph’s authority; he did not concern himself with anything except the food he ate. Now Joseph was well-built and handsome.