Sometimes she pitied Rachel. Her beauty was her curse. Though Rachel was hard to love. She flaunted what she had in everyone’s face, and blamed all except herself for the things she didn’t have. “Give me a son! Or I’ll die.”
“You have the most remarkable eyes,” Jacob murmured. She blushed. “Thank you.” He had never given her a compliment till now. Now he’d been married to both of them, Laban’s two daughters, and he had completed the seven-year service to her father.
She sat in the beautifully decorated chamber, dressed like Rachel, smelling like Rachel. Her shame knew no bounds. What would her father have told Rachel? She knew her sister would have wanted to know if she agreed to the plan.
Jacob wants to marry Rachel, and serve her father for seven years to pay up the dowry. Leah could remember the look in Rachel’s eyes that first night. Her smile at being questioned for being dressed up. The young man must
The ladies of the house covered their faces with veils and whispered amongst themselves. There were speculations on who the visitor was, and what he wanted. He sat in the tent with their father and servants waited on them. The
Sweet incense burned in the prince’s tent. Only the finest perfumes of the Arab lands were used in Jacob’s family. Bilhah approached her heart in her mouth. She clasped the wine skin to her chest and breathed in. “I come with peace,
It didn't make any difference, whether she was called a wife or a concubine, or a handmaid or a slave. Bilhah had no pleasure in her life. She belonged to Rachel, the beloved wife of Jacob the patriarch. Sometimes she wished