And he said, “Know you Laban, son of Nahor?” They answered, “We know him.”
And he said, “Hath he peace?”
They said, “Peace; and behold, Rachel, his daughter, cometh with the sheep.”
And he said, “Behold, the time of the day is great; it is not time to gather home the cattle; water the sheep.”
But they said, “We cannot, until all the shepherds be gathered, and then we can altogether roll away the stone.”
While they were speaking with him, Rachel came with her father’s sheep; for she was a shepherdess at that time, because there had been a plague among the sheep of Laban, and but few of them were left; and he had dismissed his shepherds, and had put the remaining flock before Rachel, his daughter.
Then Jacob went nigh, and rolled the stone which all the shepherds together could scarce lift, with one of his hands, and the well uprose, and the waters flowed, and he watered the sheep of Laban, his mother’s brother; and it uprose for twenty years.
And Jacob kissed Rachel, and lifted up his voice and wept.
And Jacob told Rachel that he was come to be with her father, to take one of his daughters. Then Rachel answered him: “Thou canst not dwell with him, for he is a man of cunning.”
But Jacob said, “I am more cunning than he.”