There was a man from Twin Heights in Tsophim, from the highland of Ephrayim, whose name was Elqanah ben Yeroham, son of Elihu son of Tohu son of Tsuph, an Ephrayimite. He had two wives; the name of one was Hannah, the name of the second was Peninnah. Peninnah had children, but Hannah had no children.
That man used to go up from his town from year to year to bow low and to sacrifice for Yahweh of Armies at Shiloh. The two sons of Eli, Hophni and Pinhas, were priests for Yahweh there.
A day came when Elqanah sacrificed, and he would give portions to his wife Peninnah and to all her sons and her daughters. To Hannah he would give a portion for two people because he loved Hannah, whereas Yahweh had closed up her womb, and her rival would provoke her greatly to make her fret because Yahweh had closed up her womb. So he would do, year after year. As often as she went up to Yahweh’s house, she would provoke her in this way, and she would cry and not eat.
Elqanah, her husband, said to her, ‘Hannah, why do you cry, why don’t you eat, why does your heart feel bad? Aren’t I better for you than ten sons?’
Goldingay, John; The Bible for Everyone . SPCK. Kindle Edition.
O Lord Jesus Christ,
stay beside me to defend me,
within me to guide me,
before me to lead me,
and above me to bless me,
that with you and in you,
I may live, and move and have my being,
for ever and ever.
Amen.
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