And Joseph hurried, for he was stirred, and he was deeply moved toward his brother. And he sought for a place to weep; and he came into the inner room and wept there.
And Joseph prepared his chariot and went up to meet his father Israel to Goshen. And he appeared to him, and fell on his neck and wept on his neck a long time.
And the woman whose son was the living one said to the king (for her womb yearned over her son,) yea, she said, O my lord, give her the living child, and dying do not cause him to die. And this one said, Let it be neither yours or mine, divide it.
Is Ephraim My dear son? Or is he a delightful child? For as often as I spoke against him, remembering I remember him still. So My bowels are stirred for him; pitying I will have pity on him, a statement of Jehovah.
How shall I give you up, Ephraim? Shall I deliver you, Israel? How shall I make you like Admah? Shall I set you as Zeboim? My heart has turned within Me; My compassions are kindled together.