He commanded the steward of his house, saying, *Fill the men's sacks with food, as much as they can carry, and put every man's money in his sack's mouth.
The time drew near that Yisra'el must die, and he called his son Yosef, and said to him, *If now I have found favor in your sight, please put your hand under my thigh, and deal kindly and truly with me. Please don't bury me in Egypt,
His servant Zimri, captain of half his chariots, conspired against him. Now he was in Tirtzah, drinking himself drunk in the house of Artza, who was over the household in Tirtzah: