2 1I confess now my gin, my children, that oftentimes I wished to kill him, because I hated him from my heart. 2Moreover, I hated him yet more for his dreams; and I wished to lick him out of the land of the living, even as an ox licketh up the grass of the field. 3Therefore I and Simeon sold him to the Ishmaelites [for thirty pieces of gold, and ten of them we hid, and showed the twenty to our brethren] 4And thus through covetousness we were bent on slaying him. 5Thus the God of our fathers delivered him from our hands, that we should not work great lawlessness in Israel.