"Naftali is a doe set free, Who bears beautiful fawns.
"Yosef is a fruitful bough, A fruitful bough by a spring; His branches run over the wall.
The archers have sorely grieved him, Shot at him, and persecute him:
But his bow abode in strength, The arms of his hands were made strong, By the hands of the Mighty One of Ya`akov, (From there is the shepherd, the stone of Yisra'el),
Even by the God of your father, who will help you, By Shaddai, who will bless you, With blessings of heaven above, Blessings of the deep that couches beneath, Blessings of the breasts, and of the womb.
The blessings of your father Have prevailed above the blessings of the ancient mountains, Than the bounty of the age-old hills. They will be on the head of Yosef, On the crown of the head of him who is separated from his brothers.
"Binyamin is a ravenous wolf. In the morning she will devour the prey. At evening he will divide the spoil."
All these are the twelve tribes of Yisra'el, and this is what their father spoke to them and blessed them. He blessed everyone according to his blessing.
He charged them, and said to them, "I am to be gathered to my people. Bury me with my fathers in the cave that is in the field of `Efron the Hittite,
in the cave that is in the field of Makhpelah, which is before Mamre, in the land of Kana`an, which Avraham bought with the field from `Efron the Hittite for a possession of a burying-place.
There they buried Avraham and Sarah, his wife. There they buried Yitzchak and Rivka, his wife, and there I buried Le'ah: