And we said to our father, ‘We can’t go without our youngest brother. The governor said he will not sell us grain again until he sees our youngest brother.’
But I will let you prove that you are telling the truth. In the name of Pharaoh, I swear that I won’t let you go until your youngest brother comes here.
Your friend inside the house answers, ‘Go away! Don’t bother me! The door is already locked. My children and I are in bed. I cannot get up and give you the bread now.’