Previously on the Chosen People

I'll serve you for seven more years.

That should be more than enough for your youngest daughter Rachel's hand in marriage.

Oh, yes. Well, I suppose it's better I give her to you a kinsman,

then another dog from another clan wanting to swap rocks and land.

You have yourself a deal.

It had been seven years since his agreement with Laban.

He had worked tirelessly, expanding Laban's flock sevenfold.

Leah, what are you doing here?

I was with you last night, Jacob. Don't you remember?

That treacherous snake, Laban tricked me.

Jacob, Jacob, you know better.

I knew you wouldn't take Leah for a bride price of seven years.

I did what I had to do.

This way, I get to marry off my eldest daughter,

and you work my fields for far more years than she's worth. It's a win-win.

Well, by that, of course, I mean that I win twice. Jacob sobered immediately. He understood who he

was dealing with now. They were cut from the same cloth. The trickster had been tricked. Jacob was angry,

but he couldn't avoid the irony. Jacob expanded his lineage larger than his forefathers could ever

imagine. 11 sons to bear the promise given to Abraham and Isaac. Yet the House of Jacob had a foundation built on

pettiness, favoritism, and jealousy. Jacob did nothing to thwart the coiling weeds of discord,

choking out the life of his wives and children. This is an I-Heart podcast, guaranteed human.

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