||'Let any curse be on me, my son,' said the mother.' But listen to me. Go, bring me what I asked.'
Vatomer lo imo alay kilelatecha beni ach shma bekoli velech kach-li.
||[Jacob] went and fetched what his mother had requested. She took [the kids] and prepared them, using the tasty recipe that [Jacob's] father liked best.
Vayelech vayikach vayave le'imo vata'as imo mat'amim ka'asher ahev aviv.