The chief cupbearer, however, did not remember Joseph; he forgot him.
My relatives have gone away; my closest friends have forgotten me.
I am forgotten as though I were dead; I have become like broken pottery.
till what he foretold came to pass, till the word of the Lord proved him true.
You drink wine by the bowlful and use the finest lotions, but you do not grieve over the ruin of Joseph.
When two full years had passed, Pharaoh had a dream: He was standing by the Nile,
Then the chief cupbearer said to Pharaoh, “Today I am reminded of my shortcomings.
“What honor and recognition has Mordecai received for this?” the king asked. “Nothing has been done for him,” his attendants answered.
For I hear many whispering, “Terror on every side!” They conspire against me and plot to take my life.