Pharaoh’s chief cup-bearer, however, forgot all about Joseph, never giving him another thought.
Two full years later, Pharaoh dreamed that he was standing on the bank of the Nile River.
Finally, the king’s chief cup-bearer spoke up. “Today I have been reminded of my failure,” he told Pharaoh.
“What reward or recognition did we ever give Mordecai for this?” the king asked. His attendants replied, “Nothing has been done for him.”
My family is gone, and my close friends have forgotten me.
Until the time came to fulfill his dreams, the Lord tested Joseph’s character.
I am ignored as if I were dead, as if I were a broken pot.
I have heard the many rumors about me, and I am surrounded by terror. My enemies conspire against me, plotting to take my life.
You drink wine by the bowlful and perfume yourselves with fragrant lotions. You care nothing about the ruin of your nation.