“The smell of my son
is like a field
    the Lord has blessed.
²⁸ God will bless you, my son,
    with dew from heaven
and with fertile fields,
    rich with grain and grapes.
^29 (B) Nations will be your servants
    and bow down to you.
You will rule over your brothers,
and they will kneel
    at your feet.
Anyone who curses you
    will be cursed;
anyone who blesses you
    will be blessed.”

“Your home will be far
    from that fertile land,
where dew comes down
    from the heavens.

^40 (A) You will live by the power
of your sword
    and be your brother's slave.
But when you decide to be free,
    you will break loose.”