And the men of the place will ask concerning his wife; and he will say, She is my sister: for he will be afraid to say, My wife, lest the men of the place will kill me for Rebekah, because she is good in appearance.
I slept and my heart waked: the voice of my beloved knocks at the door; Open to me, my sister, my friend, my dove, my perfect one: my head was filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night
And he will let go all which is to him into the hand of Joseph; and he will not, know anything except the bread which he is eating: and Joseph will be fair of form, and fair of look.