And make me savoury meat, such as I love, and bring [it] to me, that I may eat; that my soul may bless thee before I die.
Ver. 4. That my soul may bless thee before I die.] The words of dying men are living oracles. It was the patriarch's care, and must be ours, to leave a blessing behind us; to seek the salvation of our children while we live, and to say something to the same purpose when we die, that may stick by them. So when we are laid in our graves, our stock remains, goes forward, and shall do till the day of doom.