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Genesis 38 King James Version 11 Then said Judah to Tamar his daughter in law, Remain a widow at thy father’s house, till Shelah my son be grown: for he said, Lest peradventure he die also, as his brethren did. And Tamar went and dwelt in her father’s house. 12 And in process of time the daughter of Shuah Judah’s wife died; and Judah was comforted, and went up unto his sheepshearers to Timnath, he and his friend Hirah the Adullamite. 13 And it was told Tamar, saying, Behold thy father in law goeth up to Timnath to shear his sheep. 14 And she put her widow’s garments off from her, and covered her with a vail, and wrapped herself, and sat in an open place, which is by the way to Timnath; for she saw that Shelah was grown, and she was not given unto him to wife. 15 When Judah saw her, he thought her to be an harlot; because she had covered her face. 16 And he turned unto her by the way, and said, Go to, I pray thee, let me come in unto thee; (for he knew not that she was his daughter in law.) And she said, What wilt thou give me, that thou mayest come in unto me? 17 And he said, I will send thee a kid from the flock. And she said, Wilt thou give me a pledge, till thou send it? 18 And he said, What pledge shall I give thee? And she said, Thy signet, and thy bracelets, and thy staff that is in thine hand. And he gave it her, and came in unto her, and she conceived by him. 19 And she arose, and went away, and laid by her vail from her, and put on the garments of her widowhood. 20 And Judah sent the kid by the hand of his friend the Adullamite, almanbahis to receive his pledge from the woman’s hand: but he found her not. 21 Then he asked the men of that place, saying, Where is the harlot, that was openly by the way side? And they said, There was no harlot in this place. “I think you’ve done quite enough for one day,” Judah said. “Me? What have I done?” Tamar asked, having been wronged by not one but two of Judah’s sons. “It’s not my fault your sons are a bunch of wankers,” she muttered darkly. “I don’t know what’s going on here,” Judah continued. “But every time you go near one of my sons, they end up taking a lightning bolt to the nadgers.” “What?” “Er is dead.” “I know that,” Tamar said. “Onan too.” “Oh,” Tamar said, sagging down. She’d been thinking about what had happened with Onan and wondered whether she had perhaps judged too harshly. She had after all thrown herself at the man and there had been something innocent about the way he had been unable to control his appetite for her. She’d been thinking about trying again with the young man, only now it seemed it was too late. “What happened?” she asked. “They were both repeatedly struck by lightning in their testicles… lightning which came from the same cloud by all accounts. A cloud in an otherwise clear blue sky.” “You think He had something to do with it?” Tamar asked, flicking her eyes up to Heaven. “That’s precisely what I’m thinking… and I’m also thinking that you should stay away from young Shelah.” “You think this is my doing?” Tamar demanded angrily, although even almanbahis yeni giriş she had to admit that the lightning was lining up in a big arrow pointing in her direction. Speaking of evidence, Tamar realised that she was in need of a wash. Having a dried sheen of dead man’s spunk wasn’t a good feeling, no matter how good it might be for her complexion. “I’m not saying that what’s happened is your fault, Tamar. I’m just asking you to stay away from my son for now… just in case.” Judah wanted to be careful. If Tamar had access to some kind of sinister power, there was nothing he could do to protect Shelah, or indeed himself. However, he suspected that the woman was merely cursed. If that was the case, Judah had to do everything in his power to keep Tamar away from Shelah, the last in line of his succession. “I could go and stay with my father, I suppose.” Judah jumped on the suggestion. “This is a temporary arrangement, Tamar, just in case. When Shelah comes of age, he will of course…” Judah’s words trailed off, leaving the implication that he had promised to fulfil the bindings of a Levirate Marriage. “So I should wait for Shelah?” Tamar asked, sensing something wasn’t quite right with her father-in-law’s offer. “Remain a widow in thy father’s house until Shelah is grown up,” Judah half-begged. Then at least the poor kid will have a fighting chance, he thought. ***** “Did you hear the news?” Naarah asked, excitedly. “What news?” Tamar asked, sounding bored. “Bathshuah died.” “Really? What of?” “Doesn’t say,” Naarah said, having consulted almanbahis giriş the Daily Papyrus. “How’s Judah doing? That so-and-so stiffed me out of my right to bear children. Did I tell you that?” “You may have mentioned it once or twice over the years.” “Does it mention Shelah?” “No. It just says that Judah is going off to Timnath to spend time with friends.” “Oh really?” Naarah picked up on her friend’s tone. “What are you thinking?” she asked suspiciously. “I don’t know what you mean…” “You’re using your ‘woman scorned’ tone. That tone always makes me worry.” “You don’t need to worry about me. I know what I’m doing,” Tamar said, a malevolent smirk tugging at her mouth. “It’s not you I’m worried about,” Naarah said, as Tamar hurried away into her bedroom. ***** “You’re not going dressed out like that, surely?” Naarah gasped, covering her face with her hands. “I am,” Tamar said gleefully. “The time for mourning is over.” “Quite possibly but you look like a harlot!” Tamar waggled her blackened eyebrows. “I do, don’t I?” “Where are you going?” “I’m going to take what is rightfully mine.” “And that is?” Naarah asked, but Tamar was already hurrying away. ***** Judah was lagging behind as the group approached Enaim. The sun was beating down and there was no need to hurry. “Let me help you,” Tamar offered, grateful at how easy it had been to isolate Judah. “Help me? You nearly gave me a heart attack,” Judah stammered, clutching his chest theatrically. “Sorry, old man,” Tamar replied. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” “What were you doing hiding behind those bushes?” “I wasn’t hiding,” Tamar said, somewhat defensively. “I was waiting.” “Waiting? Waiting for what?” “Not what. Who.” “So who were you waiting for?” “You,” Tamar said, twisting her body in as seductive a manner as possible.
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