And it was so, and he rose up early, on the morrow, and pressed together the fleece, - and wrung out the dew from the fleece, a small bowl full of water.

And it came to pass, when she urged him with her words continually, and pressed him, that his soul became impatient, unto death;

And, when the man rose up to go, his father-in-law pressed him, so he turned back and tarried the night there.