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Genesis 44:9  T  49 “Take ­these men to my ­house, slaugh­ter an an­i­mal and pre­pare a meal; they are to eat with me at noon.” 17 The man did as Jo­seph told him and took the men to Jo­seph’s ­house. 18 Now the men were fright­ened when they were tak­en to his ­house. They thought, “We were b ­ rought here be­cause of the sil­ver that was put back into our ­sacks the f ­ irst time. He ­wants to at­tack us and over­pow­er us and s ­ eize us as ­slaves and take our don­keys.” 19 So they went up to Jo­seph’s stew­ard and ­spoke to him at the en­trance to the ­house. 20 “We beg your par­don, our lord,” they said, “we came down here the ­first time to buy food. 21 But at the ­place ­where we s ­ topped for the ­night we ­opened our ­sacks and each of us ­found his sil­ver — ​the ex­act ­weight — ​in the ­mouth of his sack. So we have ­brought it back with us. 22 We have also brought ad­di­tion­al sil­ver with us to buy food. We ­don’t know who put our sil­ver in our sacks.” 23 “It’s all r ­ ight,” he said. “Don’t be a ­ fraid. Your God, the God of your fa­ther, has giv­en you trea­sure in your ­sacks; I re­ceived your sil­ver.” Then he ­brought Sim­e­on out to them. 24 The stew­ard took the men into Jo­seph’s ­house, gave them wa­ter to wash their feet and pro­vid­ed fod­der for ­their don­keys. 25  They pre­pared ­their ­gifts for Jo­seph’s ar­riv­al at noon, be­cause they had ­heard that they were to eat there. 26 When Jo­seph came home, they pre­sent­ed to him the ­gifts they had brought into the ­house, and they ­bowed down be­fore him to the ­ground. 27 He asked them how they were, and then he said, “How is your aged fa­ther you told me ­about? Is he ­still liv­ing?” 28 They re­plied, “Your ser­vant our fa­ther is ­still ­alive and well.” And they bowed down, pros­trat­ing them­selves be­fore him. 29 As he l ­ ooked ­about and saw his broth­er Ben­ja­min, his own moth­er’s son, he ­asked, “Is this your youn­gest broth­er, the one you told me ­about?” And he said, “God be gra­cious to you, my son.” 30 Deep­ly ­moved at the s ­ ight of his broth­er, Jo­seph hur­ried out and ­looked for a ­place to weep. He went into his pri­vate room and wept there. 31 Af­ter he had ­washed his face, he came out and, con­trol­ling him­self, said, “Serve the food.” 32 They ­served him by him­self, the broth­ers by them­selves, and the Egyp­ tians who ate with him by them­selves, be­cause Egyp­tians ­could not eat with He­brews, for that is de­test­able to Egyp­tians. 33 The men had been seat­ed be­ fore him in the or­der of t ­ heir ages, from the first­born to the youn­gest; and they ­looked at each oth­er in as­ton­ish­ment. 34 When por­tions were ­served to them from Jo­seph’s ta­ble, Ben­ja­min’s por­tion was five ­times as much as any­ one ­else’s. So they feast­ed and ­drank free­ly with him. A Silver Cup in a Sack 44 Now Jo­seph gave t ­ hese in­struc­tions to the stew­ard of his ­house: “Fill the m ­ en’s s ­ acks with as much food as they can car­ry, and put each man’s sil­ver in the m ­ outh of his sack. 2 Then put my cup, the sil­ver one, in the mouth of the youn­gest ­one’s sack, a ­ long with the sil­ver for his g ­ rain.” And he did as Jo­seph said. 3 As morn­ing ­dawned, the men were sent on ­their way with ­their don­keys. 4 They had not gone far from the city when Jo­seph said to his stew­ard, “Go af­ ter t ­ hose men at once, and when you ­catch up with them, say to them, ‘Why have you re­paid good with evil? 5 Isn’t this the cup my mas­ter ­drinks from and also uses for div­i­na­tion? This is a wick­ed ­thing you have done.’ ” 6 When he c ­ aught up with them, he re­peat­ed ­these ­words to them. 7 But they said to him, “Why does my lord say such t ­ hings? Far be it from your ser­vants to do any­thing like that! 8 We even ­brought back to you from the land of Ca­naan the sil­ver we ­found in­side the ­mouths of our ­sacks. So why would we ­steal sil­ver or gold from your mas­ter’s ­house? 9 If any of your ser­vants is ­found to have it, he will die; and the rest of us will be­come my ­lord’s slaves.”