JOSEPH walked along the dark corridor, dripping with sweat from his toil in the stifling heat. Outside, the Egyptian sun was baking the prison like a kiln. It seemed at times as if he knew every brick in the place, every crack in the wall. This was his whole world now. True, he was highly regarded here. Nonetheless, he was a prisoner.
How often he must have cast his thoughs back to his life in the high rocky hills in Hebron, where he had tended his father's flocks! He was about 17 years old when his father, Jacob sent him on an errand that took him dozens of miles (km) from home. Such freedom seemed almost unimaginable now. Joseph's jealous brothers had turned on him with murderous hatred and then sold him as a slave. He was taken down to Egypt, where he first served in the household of the chief Egyptian official Potiphar. Joseph held his master's trust until a false accusation of rape from Potiphar's wife landed him here in this prison. - GENESIS , chapters 37, 39.
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