And the man said:

This one, at last, is bone of my bone
and flesh of my flesh;
this one will be called “woman,”
for she was taken from man.

The next day the firstborn said to the younger, “Look, I slept with my father last night. Let’s get him to drink wine again tonight so you can go sleep with him and we can preserve our father’s line.”

He took his last breath and died at a ripe old age, old and contented, and he was gathered to his people.

This is the length of Ishmael’s life: 137 years. He took his last breath and died, and was gathered to his people.

She conceived again, gave birth to a son, and said, “At last, my husband will become attached to me because I have borne three sons for him.” Therefore he was named Levi.

I could do you great harm, but last night the God of your father said to me: ‘Watch yourself. Don’t say anything to Jacob, either good or bad.’

If the God of my father, the God of Abraham, the Fear of Isaac, had not been with me, certainly now you would have sent me off empty-handed. But God has seen my affliction and my hard work, and He issued His verdict last night.”

He put the female slaves and their children first, Leah and her children next, and Rachel and Joseph last.

With her last breath—for she was dying—she named him Ben-oni, but his father called him Benjamin.

He took his last breath and died, and was gathered to his people, old and full of days. His sons Esau and Jacob buried him.

Then Israel said to Joseph, “At last I can die, now that I have seen your face and know you are still alive!”