⁴³ and now, my son, hearken to my voice, and rise, flee for thyself unto Laban my brother, to Haran,

²⁷ and he cometh nigh, and kisseth him, and he smelleth the fragrance of his garments, and blesseth him, and saith, `See, the fragrance of my son [is] as the fragrance of a field which Jehovah hath blessed;