and took him and threw him into the cistern (the cistern was empty; without any water in it).
Then they sat down to eat their meal; but as they looked up, they saw in front of them a caravan of Yishma'elim coming from Gil'ad, their camels loaded with aromatic gum, healing resin and opium, on their way down to Egypt.
Y'hudah said to his brothers, "What advantage is it to us if we kill our brother and cover up his blood?
Come, let's sell him to the Yishma'elim, instead of putting him to death with our own hands. After all, he is our brother, our own flesh." His brothers paid attention to him.
So when the Midyanim, merchants, passed by, they drew and lifted Yosef up out of the cistern and sold him for half a pound of silver shekels to the Yishma'elim, who took Yosef on to Egypt.
Re'uven returned to the cistern, and, upon seeing that Yosef wasn't in it, tore his clothes in mourning.
He returned to his brothers and said, "The boy isn't there! Where can I go now?"
They took Yosef's robe, killed a male goat and dipped the robe in the blood.
Then they sent the long-sleeved robe and brought it to their father, saying, "We found this. Do you know if it's your son's robe or not?"
He recognized it and cried, "It's my son's robe! Some wild animal has torn Yosef in pieces and eaten him!"
Ya'akov tore his clothes and, putting sackcloth around his waist, mourned his son for many days.