Ya`akov said to his father, "I am Esav your firstborn. I have done what you asked me to do. Please arise, sit and eat of my venison, that your soul may bless me."
Yitzchak said to his son, "How is it that you have found it so quickly, my son?" He said, "Because the LORD your God gave me success."
Yitzchak said to Ya`akov, "Please come near, that I may feel you, my son, whether you are really my son Esav or not."
Ya`akov went near to Yitzchak his father. He felt him, and said, "The voice is Ya`akov's voice, but the hands are the hands of Esav."
He didn't recognize him, because his hands were hairy, like his brother, Esav's hands. So he blessed him.
He said, "Are you really my son Esav?" He said, "I am."
He said, "Bring it near to me, and I will eat of my son's venison, that my soul may bless you." He brought it near to him, and he ate. He brought him wine, and he drank.
His father Yitzchak said to him, "Come near now, and kiss me, my son."
He came near, and kissed him. He smelled the smell of his clothing, and blessed him, and said, "Behold, the smell of my son Is as the smell of a field which the LORD has blessed.
God give you of the dew of the sky, of the fatness of the eretz, and plenty of grain and new wine.
Let peoples serve you, Nations bow down to you. Be lord over your brothers, Let your mother's sons bow down to you. Cursed be everyone who curses you, Blessed be everyone who blesses you."