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8 Nowe therefore, my sonne, heare my voyce in that which I command thee. 9 Get thee nowe to the flocke, and bring me thence two good kids of the goates, that I may make pleasant meate of them for thy father, such as he loueth. 10 Then shalt thou bring it to thy father, and he shal eate, to the intent that he may blesse thee before his death. 11 But Iaakob sayde to Rebekah his mother, Beholde, Esau my brother is rough, and I am smoothe. 12 My father may possibly feele me, and I shal seem to him to be a mocker: so shall I bring a curse vpon me, and not a blessing. 13 But his mother sayd vnto him, vpon me be thy curse, my sonne: onely heare my voyce, and go and bring me them. Genesis 27:8-13, Geneva Bible of 1587. Public domain.
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