Chap XXXVII

When Jacob from his brother Esau fled,
He by the hand of providence was led
To Padan-aram, in Assyria, where
He serv’d his uncle Laban twenty year;
During which time he was in all things blest,
And with a num’rous issue ‘mongst the rest:
Amongst whom none so pleasing in his sight
As Joseph was, who was his chief delight:
Who by the time that Jacob was return’d
Into the land, where’s fathers had sojourn’d,
Was full arrived at seventeen years of age;
And by his hopefulness did then presage,
He was endued with a noble mind,
That would to virtuous actions be inclin’d;
For being sent to feed his father’s flock,
Among his brethren he great notice took
Of what they did, and if in any sort
They did amiss, he thereof made report
Unto his father, and did thus create
His father’s favour, but his brethren’s hate.
His father loved him better than the rest,
As being the son wherewith his age was blest.
And that his kindness might the more appear,
Made him a party colour’d coat to wear.
But as it often haps, his father’s love
Did in his brethren greater hatred move.
But that which most incens’d them was his dreams,
By which, in a prophetic way, he seems
Their low submission, and his future state
Of greatness plainly to prognosticate.
For to his brethren thus his dreams he told,
And said, As we were binding sheaves, behold,
My sheaf arose and stood up in the field,
And all your sheaves stood round about, to yield
Obeisance unto mine: And what, must we
Indeed, say they, be subject unto thee?
Their wrath increas’d, this added to his crime.
And Joseph dreamed yet a second time;
And said, Behold, I saw the sun and moon,
And the eleven stars to me fall down.
At which his father highly was offended,
And for these words, the lad he reprehended,
And said, Fond youth, dost thou pretend to shew
That I, thy mother, and thy brethren too,
Must all submit to thee? Thou dost but dream:
But Jacob kept his words, and thought of them.
Now Jacob’s sons did feed their flocks in Shechem,
And he desired Joseph to go seek them,
And find them out, and come again and tell
If all things with them and their flocks were well.
So Joseph went, and wander’d here and there,
But could not find out where his brethren were,
Until a man had told him their intent
Of going to Dotham, where he also went.
And when his brethren at a distance saw him,
They held a consultation how to slay him,
And said, Here comes the dreamer, we shall see
What the event of all his dreams will be;
For we will kill, and in a pit will hide him,
And say some beast or other hath destroy’d him.
But Reuben somewhat tend’rer than the rest,
Endeavour’d to persuade them to desist
From murder, saying, Into this pit let’s cast him,
And this he said in hopes to have releas’d him.
And now when Joseph came not dreading ought,
They stript him of his party colour’d coat,
And led him to a pit that was hard by,
And threw him into’t, but the pit was dry.
And sitting down to eat, they chanc’d to spy,
A company of Ishmaelites pass by,
Who with balm, myrrh, and spice, their camels lading,
From Gilead came, and were to Egypt trading.
Then Judah said, ‘Twill do us little good
To slay our brother, and conceal his blood;
Come therefore, brethren, be advis’d by me,
Let’s sell him to these Ishmaelites, for he
Is our own flesh, and ’tis a cruel deed,
To kill him, and to this they all agreed.
Their brother then out of the pit they hale,
And to these merchants offer’d him to sale:
Who, him for twenty silver pieces bought,
And with them to the land of Egypt brought.
But Reuben, ignorant of what was done,
Came to the pit, and seeing the lad was gone,
He rent his clothes in a great consternation,
Returning back with heavy lamentation.
And now that they might make their story good
They kill’d a kid, and dipped in the blood
Their brother Joseph’s coat, and home they came,
And to their father’s view expos’d the same,
And said, This we have found, now thou dost know
Whether it be thy son’s coat, yea or no.
And Jacob knew the coat full well, and said,
Now hath some evil beast devour’d the lad;
Joseph is torn in pieces without doubt,
For, too, too well I know this is his coat.
He rent his clothes, and putting sackcloth on,
He for a long time mourned for his son.
His children striving to assuage his grief
Endeavour’d to administer relief:
But he refus’d, and said, Since he is gone,
I will in sorrow to the grave go down.
Such lamentation made he for his son.