My master made me swear this oath: ‘Don’t get a wife for my son from the daughters of the Canaanites, in whose land I’m living.
Instead, go to my father’s home and to my relatives, and get my son a wife.’
Rebekah said to Isaac, “I can’t stand Hittite women! If Jacob marries a Hittite woman like one of those from around here, I might as well die.”
The sons of God saw that the daughters of other humans were beautiful. So they married any woman they chose.