Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell’st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

“all the persons of the house of Jacob, who came to Egypt, were seventy.”

That’s a huge family. Jacob has been greatly blessed, but he also has tremendous responsibility. Jacob does not always live up to his responsibilities and he takes quite a bit of cajoling from God and his sons to take the initiative to do the right thing.

In our lives I pray that we would be willing to do the right thing without divine intervention.

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