Rebekah: Women of Genesis Read Online Free PDF

Rebekah’s presence that stopped him.
     
    “Go away, Rebekah,” Laban said.
     
    “Not a chance,” she said.
     
    “I don’t want you to hear this!”
     
    “I should have heard whatever it is months ago.” Then she wrote on the ground, so Father would know what she was saying: “I will hear this.”
     
    Father seized Laban’s shoulder and pointed to the ground. Enough talking, write.
     
    Laban resumed his account. After the phrase “get that pretty one in bed,” Laban wrote, and said aloud: “If some lucky boy doesn’t get there first.”
     
    Khaneah wailed in grief and Belbai hid his head in his arms. They both knew that he had said the unsayable, and what it would mean to them. Even Rebekah understood now. This was not just words.
     
    Bethuel was furious, not least at Laban himself. “Why didn’t you tell me at the time!” he roared.
     
    Laban wrote, “That was before writing. I warned him that if he ever said such a thing again, I would tell Pillel and he and his mother would be sent away. He must have started writing bad things about Rebekah as soon as he learned how. Out of spite.”
     
    “I never meant them,” cried Belbai. “I was angry at Laban.”
     
    “What did he say?” demanded Father.
     
    Laban wrote down Belbai’s words.
     
    Father turned to Belbai with contempt. “Laban showed you and your mother mercy, and you were angry with him? Fool. And because you were angry at Laban, you wrote words to torment my daughter? Meanness on top of foolishness.”
     
    “But everybody knows how beautiful she is!” cried Belbai.
     
    When his words had been written, Father spat upon them. “All my daughter knew was the words you wrote. I saw how they stung her, and how she held up her head in pride so no one could see she was ashamed.”
     
    Deborah listened to all this wide-eyed. “All this drawing, Rebekah, it was about you? Bad pictures of you? ”
     
    Rebekah had no chance to explain, for at that moment Khaneah, weeping, began slapping her son’s face, so that it was from her that he cowered now. “This good man found me whoring for bread and took me into his house and took away my shame!” she cried. “But you are still the son of a whore!” She rose and forced him to his feet, though he was still bent over with pain. She shoved him away from her. “Out of the camp! Out of the camp! You have no place here!”
     
    Then she ran to Bethuel and threw herself prostrate before him, and with her lips against his feet, she cried out, “You were merciful to me and my son, and we have repaid you with shame! We are the lowest swine who live in their own filth! We deserve to die, we deserve to die.”
     
    Laban started to write her words, but Father stopped him. “I know what she’s saying.”
     
    At first Rebekah thought, How can he know? Does he hear through his feet? And then she realized: She is saying the only thing she can say. She is thanking him for not slaying her son for his disloyalty and ingratitude, for slandering his daughter and speaking of her as if she were any man’s woman, a harlot. She is begging for mercy.
     
    Father spoke to Laban. “Have Pillel give her three days’ provisions, and let her take her clothing, and her son’s clothing, and coppers for a room.”
     
    Laban was outraged. “Coppers!” he wrote. “If he touched Rebekah, would he get silver?”
     
    Father slapped his son lightly across the face. “I will not have you face me down. I forgive you because you spoke in anger, on your sister’s behalf. But if you had told me at the beginning, we would not have come to this day, and your sister would not have seen or heard any of this. So do not condemn me for showing mercy to Khaneah and her son, when you depend on my mercy as well.” He reached down and took the woman by the hand and lifted her up. “If she returns to harlotry that is her choice, but let God never reproach me that she did it because I sent her away