they proclaimed their enmity openly.
Once Joseph dreamed a dream, and he could not refrain
from telling it to his brethren. He spoke, and said: "Hear,
I pray you, this dream which I have dreamed. Behold, you
gathered fruit, and so did I. Your fruit rotted, but mine
remained sound. Your seed will set up dumb images of
idols, but they will vanish at the appearance of my descendant,
the Messiah of Joseph. You will keep the truth as to
my fate from the knowledge of my father, but I will stand
fast as a reward for the self-denial of my mother, and you
will prostrate yourselves five times before me."
The brethren refused at first to listen to the dream, but
when Joseph urged them again and again, they gave heed