Genesis 37:3-8; Genesis 37:17-22; Genesis 37:26-34; Genesis 37:15-21

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Genesis 37:3-8

3 Israel loved Joseph more than any of his other sons because he was the child of his old age. And he made him an elaborately embroidered coat.
4 When his brothers realized that their father loved him more than them, they grew to hate him - they wouldn't even speak to him.
5 Joseph had a dream. When he told it to his brothers, they hated him even more.
6 He said, "Listen to this dream I had.
7 We were all out in the field gathering bundles of wheat. All of a sudden my bundle stood straight up and your bundles circled around it and bowed down to mine."
8 His brothers said, "So! You're going to rule us? You're going to boss us around?" And they hated him more than ever because of his dreams and the way he talked.
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Genesis 37:17-22

17 The man said, "They've left here, but I overheard them say, 'Let's go to Dothan.'" So Joseph took off, tracked his brothers down, and found them in Dothan.
18 They spotted him off in the distance. By the time he got to them they had cooked up a plot to kill him.
19 The brothers were saying, "Here comes that dreamer.
20 Let's kill him and throw him into one of these old cisterns; we can say that a vicious animal ate him up. We'll see what his dreams amount to."
21 Reuben heard the brothers talking and intervened to save him, "We're not going to kill him.
22 No murder. Go ahead and throw him in this cistern out here in the wild, but don't hurt him." Reuben planned to go back later and get him out and take him back to his father.
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Genesis 37:26-34

26 Judah said, "Brothers, what are we going to get out of killing our brother and concealing the evidence?
27 Let's sell him to the Ishmaelites, but let's not kill him - he is, after all, our brother, our own flesh and blood." His brothers agreed.
28 By that time the Midianite traders were passing by. His brothers pulled Joseph out of the cistern and sold him for twenty pieces of silver to the Ishmaelites who took Joseph with them down to Egypt.
29 Later Reuben came back and went to the cistern - no Joseph! He ripped his clothes in despair.
30 Beside himself, he went to his brothers. "The boy's gone! What am I going to do!"
31 They took Joseph's coat, butchered a goat, and dipped the coat in the blood.
32 They took the fancy coat back to their father and said, "We found this. Look it over - do you think this is your son's coat?"
33 He recognized it at once. "My son's coat - a wild animal has eaten him. Joseph torn limb from limb!"
34 Jacob tore his clothes in grief, dressed in rough burlap, and mourned his son a long, long time.
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Genesis 37:15-21

15 A man met him as he was wandering through the fields and asked him, "What are you looking for?"
16 "I'm trying to find my brothers. Do you have any idea where they are grazing their flocks?"
17 The man said, "They've left here, but I overheard them say, 'Let's go to Dothan.'" So Joseph took off, tracked his brothers down, and found them in Dothan.
18 They spotted him off in the distance. By the time he got to them they had cooked up a plot to kill him.
19 The brothers were saying, "Here comes that dreamer.
20 Let's kill him and throw him into one of these old cisterns; we can say that a vicious animal ate him up. We'll see what his dreams amount to."
21 Reuben heard the brothers talking and intervened to save him, "We're not going to kill him.
Published by permission. Originally published by NavPress in English as THE MESSAGE: The Bible in Contemporary Language copyright 2002 by Eugene Peterson. All rights reserved.