"Let us sell Joseph to these merchants," said one of the brothers. And when the merchants came up, they pushed Joseph towards them and sold him for twenty pieces of silver.
Then they killed a kid, and dipped the coat in the kid's blood, and went back with it to Jacob.
"O father Jacob! This coat have we found by the wayside, and we know not whether it be the coat of Joseph or not!"
The old father looked at the coat. He saw the blood upon it; then he bowed his head and groaned. Too well did he know it to be the coat of his dear son, Joseph.
DESPAIR OF JACOB. (Schopin.)
All day long the old man wept, refusing to be comforted. "I will go down into my grave unto my son mourning," he said. But the sons cared not for his grief. It was enough that they were rid of the brother whom they hated.
