Now Sarai, Abram’s wife, had borne him no children. But she had an
Egyptian slave named Hagar; so she said to Abram, “The Lord has kept me from
having children. Go, sleep with my slave; perhaps I can build a family through
her.”
Abram agreed to what Sarai said. So after Abram had been living in
Canaan ten years, Sarai his wife took her Egyptian slave Hagar and gave her to
her husband to be his wife. He slept with Hagar, and she conceived.
When she knew she was pregnant, she began to despise her mistress.
Then Sarai said to Abram, “You are responsible for the wrong I am suffering. I
put my slave in your arms, and now that she knows she is pregnant, she despises
me. May the Lord judge between you and me.”
“Your slave is in your hands,” Abram said. “Do with her whatever
you think best.” Then Sarai mistreated Hagar; so she fled from her.
The angel of the Lord found Hagar near a spring in the desert; it
was the spring that is beside the road to Shur. And he said, “Hagar, slave of
Sarai, where have you come from, and where are you going?”
“I’m running away from my mistress Sarai,” she answered.
Then the angel of the Lord told her, “Go back to your mistress and
submit to her.” The angel added, “I will increase your descendants so much that
they will be too numerous to count.”
The angel of the Lord also said to her:
“You are now pregnant
and you will give birth
to a son.
You shall name him Ishmael,
for the Lord has heard
of your misery.
He will be a wild donkey of a man;
his hand will be against
everyone
and everyone’s hand
against him,
and he will live in hostility
toward all his
brothers.”
She gave this name to the Lord who spoke to her: “You are the God
who sees me,” for she said, “I have now seen the One who sees me.” That is why
the well was called Beer Lahai Roi; it is still there, between Kadesh and
Bered.
So Hagar bore Abram a son, and Abram gave the name Ishmael to the
son she had borne. Abram was eighty-six years old when Hagar bore him Ishmael.
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