and whatever was torn by beasts, I never bothered to bring to you. Instead, I bore the losses myself. Even so, you demanded that I provide restitution for anything that was stolen, whether during the day or the night.

Later, when Reuben returned to the cistern, Joseph wasn't there! In mounting panic, he tore his clothes,

Examining it, he cried out, "It's my son's tunic! A wild animal has no doubt torn Joseph to pieces."

So Jacob tore his clothes, dressed himself in sackcloth, and then mourned many days for his son.

At this, they all tore their clothes, reloaded their donkeys, and returned to the city.

One of them left me, so I concluded "I'm certain that he has been torn to pieces," and I haven't seen him since then.