It happened, when he had been there a long time, that Avimelekh king of the Pelishtim looked out at a window, and saw, and, behold, Yitzchak was caressing Rivka, his wife.
The men of the place asked him about his wife. He said, *She is my sister,* for he was afraid to say, *My wife,* lest, he thought, *the men of the place might kill me for Rivka, because she is beautiful to look at.*
Avimelekh called Yitzchak, and said, *Behold, surely she is your wife. Why did you say, 'She is my sister?'* Yitzchak said to him, *Because I said, 'Lest I die because of her.'*
Live joyfully with the wife whom you love all the days of your life of vanity, which he has given you under the sun, all your days of vanity: for that is your portion in life, and in your labor in which you labor under the sun.
Through the window she looked out, and cried: Sisera's mother looked through the lattice. Why is his chariot so long in coming? Why do the wheels of his chariots wait?