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  Lions of Judah, Book Four

  Till Shiloh Comes

  Gilbert Morris

  © 2005 by Gilbert Morris

  Published by Bethany House Publishers

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  Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.

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  ISBN 978-1-4412-6239-4

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  Cover design by Lookout Design Group, Inc.

  To Alan and Dixie

  You two are gifts from God to us—

  both miracles of God’s grace!

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Part One: The Pit

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Part Two: The Accusation

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Part Three: The Prison

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Part Four: The Provider

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Part Five: The Blessing

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  About the Author

  Books By Gilbert Morris

  Back Cover

  Part One

  The Pit

  Chapter 1

  On a flat grassy slope in the midst of blue haze-covered mountains, a woman held a crying baby as she watched over a herd of goats. A little girl skipped alongside her, picking the crimson and white wild flowers that dotted the hillside. Colorful tents lay scattered on the hillside below them, adding splashes of cinnamon, light green, and bright yellow to the surroundings. In front of one of the tents, another woman steadily rocked a leather bag set in a wooden tripod, churning milk into butter. The tent flap was open behind her, revealing three men seated on a carpet, intently discussing a matter of importance to the tribe of Jacob, son of Isaac, grandson of Abraham.

  While they talked, the men watched an older girl amble freely through a flock of sheep, singing and calling the animals by name. She was the subject of their conversation, for at fourteen, Abigail was being considered as a wife by the men of Jacob’s tribe. She was tall, strong, and graceful, with long black hair that gleamed in the sunlight. Her beautiful dark eyes had caught the attention of many of the young Hebrew men.

  Now Abigail’s eyes sparkled and danced as she spotted a young man who was leaning on his staff in the midst of some woolly sheep. She grinned as an idea occurred to her. Moving stealthily across the open space so as not to make a sound, she came up behind him and tickled his ribs with her strong fingers.

  The young man yelled and dropped his staff, then whirled around with a scowl. “Abigail! I’ve told you not to do that! It’s unseemly behavior for a girl.”

  “Why, Joseph, if I didn’t know better, I would think you were afraid of me.” She smiled up at him coyly.

  The second youngest son of Jacob was three years older than Abigail and a head taller. He was not yet filled out with a man’s body, and his skin was as smooth as a girl’s, but he had rugged good looks, large expressive eyes, and hair as black as Abigail’s.

  “I’m only afraid of bears and lions.”

  With a flirtatious gaze, Abigail touched his chest with her hand and leaned closer. “I know you’re not afraid of bears, but I do think you’re afraid of girls. You never chase after any that I can see.”

  Joseph’s dark eyes turned warm as he laughed and caught her hand. “Girls are much more dangerous than bears.”

  “How can you say such a thing!”

  “Because it’s true. Think about poor Lomeer. He killed a bear last year with nothing but a spear, but then got mixed up with that awful Hittite girl—and now he’s the most miserable man in the world!”

  “That was his own fault. He didn’t have any business marrying a Hittite woman.” Abigail freed her hand from his grasp and stepped back a little.

  Joseph winked. “Oh, I think all girls are pretty much alike whether they’re Hebrew or Hittite.”

  Abigail flushed. “What an awful thing to say! I’m going to tell your father on you.”

  “He won’t believe you,” Joseph said.

  “Why not?”

  “Because he always believes me.”

  Abigail laughed. “That’s right. You’re his pet, aren’t you? I wish my father spoiled me like Jacob spoils you.”

  “I guess you’re not as sweet as I am,” Joseph said airily.

  “How would you know?” Abigail leaned close against him again and murmured, “You’ve never tried to find out if I’m sweet or not.”

  “You’re just a child, Abigail,” Joseph said, playfully pushing her away.

  “I’m fourteen! I’m practically ready to be married.”

  Annoyed that Joseph was getting the best of this teasing match, Abigail tried to think of a way to even the score. With a glint in her eye, she reached up and ran her hand along his jawline. “Besides, you’re no man! You don’t even have a beard.”

  “Why, Abigail, it’s not a beard that makes a man!” Joseph reached out and began to tickle her. She squealed and struggled to free herself, but he was too strong for her.

  The two were raising the dust in their scuffle when a short, broad man appeared and grabbed Joseph by the arm. “Turn that girl loose!” he said roughly. “You’ve got to learn to treat people with more respect.”

  Surprised, Joseph released his hold on Abigail, and she stepped back as Joseph’s brother Dan stood between them.

  She did not particularly like Dan, who was the shortest and least attractive of Jacob’s twelve sons. Not only was he homely, he showed little affection toward anyone, even his own mother, Bilhah, and he was bitterly jealous of Joseph.

  “I wasn’t hurting her,” Joseph protested. “We were just having a little fun.”

  “You’re too old to be putting your hands on girls,” Dan snapped. When Joseph tried to pull away, Dan cuffed him roughly. The blow caught Joseph more on the neck than on the face, but it angered him.

  “Turn me loose, Dan!”

  “You deserve a good beating!”

  “Father will give me any beatings I need,” Joseph said loftily. He struggled, but Dan’s grip was too strong. “If you don’t turn me loose, I’ll tell Father about the way you treated me.”

  Dan glared at him, his lips twisting in a snarl. “I know you run to him with every lie you can think of. You always do.”

  A shadow fell across the two,
and Dan and Joseph turned to see Reuben towering over them. Jacob’s firstborn was head and shoulders taller than any man in the tribe and bulky as well. His usually pleasant expression was now clouded with anger. “Turn him loose, Dan!”

  “He’s threatened to go to Father again to tell on me.”

  “I said turn him loose. Are you hard of hearing?”

  Seeing the look on Reuben’s face, Dan dropped his grasp on Joseph’s arm. “He was hurting Abigail. I just tried to stop him.”

  “He wasn’t hurting me, Reuben!” Abigail spoke up. “We were just having fun.”

  “That’s right.” Joseph nodded. “There was no harm in it at all.”

  “You’re too hard on Joseph, Dan,” Reuben said. “He’s still growing up. You need to be more thoughtful.”

  “Of all people, you’re the one who ought to be rough on him, Reuben. After all, he—”

  “That’s enough!” Reuben snapped before Dan could blurt out the story in front of Abigail. Joseph had once caught Reuben with their father’s concubine Bilhah and had revealed the outrage to Jacob. Reuben had since suffered much guilt over his behavior and was certain his father had never forgiven him for it. “You’ve got work to do, Dan,” Reuben said gruffly. “I suggest you get to it.”

  Dan flashed him a defiant look, but turned and left, muttering.

  “You run along too, Abigail,” Reuben said.

  “But we weren’t doing anything wrong.”

  “I know you weren’t. Dan’s just got a bad temper.”

  “I’ll see you later, Joseph.” Abigail smiled demurely, then turned and made her way back toward her tent.

  Joseph watched her go, then leaned over and picked up his staff with a sigh. “Dan is always giving me grief, Reuben. Why can’t he be more pleasant?”

  “You bring a lot of it on yourself, Joseph.”

  The younger brother looked surprised. Despite his sweet temper and gentle ways, Joseph was in truth a spoiled young man. His father favored him and his younger brother, Benjamin, because they were the sons of Rachel, the one whom Jacob called his “True Wife.” Naturally the six sons of Leah and the four sons of the concubines Bilhah and Zilpah had grown to resent Joseph. Benjamin was too young to draw their ire, but Joseph was guilty of constantly showing off before his brothers and bearing tales about them to their father.

  Reuben stood for a moment contemplating his half brother. He had a genuine affection for Joseph, in spite of the fact that he was spoiled. Reuben sensed that the young man shared his father’s spiritual gifts, for he had a quality about him he and his brothers lacked.

  “If you’d just try a little harder to be more pleasant to our brothers, they wouldn’t despise you, Joseph.”

  Once again Joseph was surprised. He had no idea how much his brothers resented him, and now he protested, “But I don’t do anything to them.”

  “Sometimes it’s what you don’t do that matters.”

  Joseph looked puzzled.

  “For instance, you don’t do your work as you should because you know Father’s not going to punish you for it. He lets you take off whenever you want to just sit by the stream or watch the clouds go by. How do you think that makes the rest of us feel?”

  Reuben’s remark stung Joseph, and he whined, “We’re not all perfect, Reuben. We all have our faults.”

  Reuben flushed a dusky red as he realized Joseph was reminding him of the sin he had committed with Bilhah. This happened every time Reuben tried to correct the young man. Joseph found some way to throw up to him that he had sinned terribly and had forfeited his birthright.

  Reuben shook his head and turned away without a word.

  “Thanks for getting Dan off my back,” Jacob called out. Not particularly concerned about having insulted his brother, he turned lightly away, walking among the sheep and thinking about what he would have for supper that night.

  ****

  The older sons of Jacob often ate their evening meal together. As they gathered late that afternoon to share a pot of stew, even a casual observer would have seen one characteristic that several of the brothers shared: they had red-rimmed eyes like their mother, Leah. Leah had been cursed with an eye infection that had made her eyelids red, and she had passed this affliction on to all six of her sons, giving them odd-looking red eyes. It did not affect their vision, but it enabled outsiders to easily recognize that Reuben, Simeon, Levi, Judah, Issachar, and Zebulun were sons of Leah. The four sons of Jacob’s concubines, Bilhah and Zilpah, were referred to by many as the “Sons of the Maids.” Jacob’s youngest two sons, Joseph and Benjamin, whose mother, Rachel, he considered his True Wife, were not welcome in these gatherings of the other ten brothers.

  Since Reuben had not joined them this evening, Dan, a son of Bilhah, launched into the story of how Reuben had once again defended their half brother Joseph. Dan’s eyes glared as he spoke vociferously and punched the air to make his points. “The pup was entirely improper, putting his hands on that young daughter of Eliza! When I tried to stop him, he gave me nothing but what he thought were clever answers. He needs a good whipping.”

  Naphtali, the other son of Bilhah, was dipping a ladle into the stew that was bubbling on the fire. He was a lean, stoop-shouldered man and spoke softly. He tasted the stew, then shook his head and gave Dan a disdainful look. “You should have known better than to say anything to him. He never listens to any of us.”

  “I would have thrashed him with my staff if Reuben hadn’t come up and stopped me,” Dan grunted.

  “If you had, he would have gone straight to Father like he always does,” said Levi, a short, muscular individual with dark eyes and a quick temper.

  “I don’t know why Reuben defends him,” added Simeon, the second oldest of the brothers. He was sitting with his arms locked around his knees, staring at the others. He was lean and quiet, and his close-set sharp eyes revealed a cruel streak. “After the Bilhah incident, you’d think he would hate him.”

  “Sometimes,” Dan said, “I think Reuben’s not very bright.”

  “Oh, he’s bright, all right,” Judah argued. “And you’re lucky that he stopped you from beating Joseph. If Father had heard about it, he would have had you whipped raw.” Of all the brothers, Judah was the most insightful. He was a proud man but sensitive, quick to weep or laugh, and he knew his father well.

  The brothers were still talking about Joseph when they were joined by Gad and Asher, the two sons of Zilpah. When they heard the story, they became incensed. “Joseph thinks he can get away with anything,” Gad grumbled.

  Asher agreed. “I say Reuben’s just too dumb to know that he lost his birthright because Joseph told Father about his affair with Bilhah.” A sturdy fellow with red, sinewy arms, Asher was forthright and honest as a rule, but, like the others, he was jealous of Joseph.

  “It wasn’t an affair,” Judah defended Reuben. “He was only with her once.”

  “Once is enough!” Gad snapped. “It was a terrible thing to do.”

  “Nobody knows that better than Reuben,” Judah said. He looked around and said quietly, “All of us had better learn one thing. Our two little brothers are the sons of the True Wife. Jacob loved Rachel better than any of our mothers. It’s just something we have to live with.”

  ****

  The brothers decided to talk to Leah about Joseph, so two of them went to her tent to ask her to join them for supper. While eating a bowl of stew, she patiently listened to Judah explain what had happened. She glanced around at their sullen faces and realized that her oldest son was not there. “Where’s Reuben?” she demanded.

  “I think he’s gone off to check the sheep in the lower pasture,” Judah replied.

  Simeon turned to his mother and said, “It’s a shame the way Father favors Joseph over the rest of us.”

  Leah agreed. She was still bitter over Jacob’s preference for her sister, even though Rachel was gone now, having died giving birth to Benjamin. She stared out into the gathering darkness and shook h
er head. “It’s always been that way. From the time Joseph was born, he was the favorite.”

  “Couldn’t you talk to him, Mother?” Levi pleaded. “I don’t think Father understands how spoiled Joseph is.”

  “He doesn’t realize it, and he never will.”

  “He favors those two sons of Rachel more than he should,” Judah remarked.

  “Not so much Benjamin,” Simeon countered. “I think Father blames him for causing his mother’s death.”

  “You’re right about that,” Leah said with a thoughtful nod.

  Just then the two youngest of Leah’s sons spoke up, having kept to themselves throughout this conversation. Issachar and Zebulun were the closest in age to Joseph. Together with their little sister, Dinah, they had often played with Joseph and Benjamin when they were growing up, and now they halfheartedly tried to defend the sons of Rachel.

  Leah dismissed their efforts. “You’re both fools if you think anything good is ever going to come to any of you except Joseph. All Jacob thinks about is his True Wife and her offspring.” Her lips twisted into a grimace. “He never loved anyone but her, yet I bore him six sons and a daughter.”

  “One of us ought to get the blessing from Father,” Levi insisted.

  “Yes, and it should be the firstborn,” Zebulun said.

  Simeon snapped, “But Reuben forfeited that when he slept with Bilhah! I’m the second-born. I should get the blessing!”

  Judah faced Simeon and said, “You and Levi ruined your chances when you butchered the men of Shechem.”

  Simeon stared at Judah fiercely. Both he and Levi were men of violent tempers, and when a young prince of Shechem had defiled their sister, Dinah, the two of them had taken revenge by setting a trap for the Shechemites and slaying all their men. They captured all the women and children and plundered their goods, bringing great trouble to their father among the people of the land. Levi knew that Judah was right, although Jacob had never actually said he would withdraw his blessing as a result. Levi was irritated and snapped, “I guess you think you should get the blessing, Judah!”

  “No, I don’t,” Judah said calmly. “And you can stop thinking about it. Father will see to it somehow that Joseph gets the blessing of the firstborn.”