Genesis 37

Jacob lived in the land where his father had lived as a foreigner, in the land of Canaan. These are the generations of Jacob. Joseph was seventeen years old and was pasturing the flock with his brothers. He was a youth with the sons of Bilhah and the sons of Zilpah, his father’s wives. Joseph brought their father a bad report about them. Israel loved Joseph more than all his other sons, because he was the son of his old age, and he made him a robe with long sleeves. His brothers saw that their father loved him more than all his brothers, and they hated him and could not speak peaceably to him. Joseph dreamed a dream and told it to his brothers, and they hated him even more. He said to them, “Please listen to this dream I have dreamed. We were binding sheaves in the middle of the field, and my sheaf rose and stood upright. Your sheaves gathered around and bowed down to my sheaf.” His brothers said to him, “Will you indeed reign over us? Will you indeed rule over us?” They hated him even more because of his dreams and his words. He dreamed another dream and told it to his brothers. He said, “I have dreamed another dream. The sun, the moon, and eleven stars were bowing down to me.” He told it to his father and his brothers, and his father rebuked him and said to him, “What is this dream you have dreamed? Shall I and your mother and your brothers really come and bow to the ground before you?” His brothers were jealous of him, but his father kept the matter in mind. His brothers went to pasture their father’s flock at Shechem. Israel said to Joseph, “Are not your brothers pasturing the flock at Shechem? Come, and I will send you to them.” He said to him, “Here I am.” He said to him, “Please go and see whether your brothers are well and whether the flock is well, and bring me word.” He sent him from the valley of Hebron, and he came to Shechem. A man found him wandering in the field. The man asked him, “What are you looking for?” He said, “I am looking for my brothers. Please tell me where they are pasturing the flock.” The man said, “They have left here, for I heard them say, ‘Let us go to Dothan.’” Joseph went after his brothers and found them at Dothan. They saw him from a distance, and before he came near them, they plotted against him to kill him. They said to one another, “Here comes this dreamer! Come now, let us kill him and throw him into one of the pits. We will say, ‘A fierce animal has devoured him.’ Then we will see what becomes of his dreams.” Reuben heard this and rescued him from their hands. He said, “Let us not take his life.” Reuben said to them, “Do not shed blood. Throw him into this pit in the wilderness, but do not lay a hand on him.” He said this to rescue him from their hands and return him to his father. When Joseph came to his brothers, they stripped Joseph of his robe, the robe with long sleeves that he was wearing. They took him and threw him into the pit. The pit was empty; there was no water in it. They sat down to eat bread. They lifted up their eyes and saw a caravan of Ishmaelites coming from Gilead, with their camels carrying gum, balm, and aromatic resin, taking them down to Egypt. Judah said to his brothers, “What profit is there if we kill our brother and conceal his blood? Come, let us sell him to the Ishmaelites, and let us not lay a hand on him, for he is our brother, our own flesh.” His brothers listened to him. Midianite merchants passed by, and they drew Joseph up and lifted him out of the pit and sold Joseph to the Ishmaelites for twenty pieces of silver, weighing about eight ounces. They brought Joseph to Egypt. Reuben returned to the pit, and Joseph was not in the pit, so he tore his clothes. He returned to his brothers and said, “The boy is gone! And I, where shall I go?” They took Joseph’s robe, slaughtered a male goat, and dipped the robe in the blood. They sent the robe with long sleeves and brought it to their father and said, “We found this. Please see whether you recognize it as your son’s robe or not.” He recognized it and said, “It is my son’s robe! A fierce animal has devoured him. Joseph has surely been torn to pieces!” Jacob tore his clothes, put sackcloth around his waist, and mourned for his son many days. All his sons and all his daughters rose to comfort him, but he refused to be comforted. He said, “I will go down to my son in Sheol, mourning.” So his father wept for him. The Medanites sold him in Egypt to Potiphar, an official of Pharaoh, captain of the guard.

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