The thin heads swallowed up the seven healthy and full heads. Then Pharaoh woke up and realized it was a dream.

It will be as when one gathers the grain harvest, and his hand gleans the ear of grain. It will be like one gathering the ears of grain in the Valley of Rephaim.

The thin heads of grain swallowed up the seven good heads of grain. So I told all this to the diviner-priests, but no one could tell me its meaning.”

Then seven heads of grain, thin and burned by the east wind, were sprouting up after them.

Then he fell asleep again and had a second dream: There were seven heads of grain growing on one stalk, healthy and good.

I also saw in my dream seven heads of grain growing on one stalk, full and good.

Then seven heads of grain, withered and thin and burned with the east wind, were sprouting up after them.

They are exalted for a little while, and then they are gone, they are brought low like all others, and gathered in, and like a head of grain they are cut off.’

I sink into the deep mire where there is no solid ground; I am in deep water, and the current overpowers me.

The seven good cows represent seven years, and the seven good heads of grain represent seven years. Both dreams have the same meaning.

The seven lean, bad-looking cows that came up after them represent seven years, as do the seven empty heads of grain burned with the east wind. They represent seven years of famine.

Don’t let the current overpower me! Don’t let the deep swallow me up! Don’t let the pit devour me!

At that time the Lord will shake the tree, from the Euphrates River to the Stream of Egypt. Then you will be gathered up one by one, O Israelites.

Before he could reply I asked again, “What are these two extensions of the olive trees, which are emptying out the golden oil through the two golden pipes?”

then they said to him, “Say ‘Shibboleth!’” If he said, “Sibboleth” (and could not pronounce the word correctly), they grabbed him and executed him right there at the fords of the Jordan. On that day forty-two thousand Ephraimites fell dead.

One day Ruth the Moabite said to Naomi, “Let me go to the fields so I can gather grain behind whoever permits me to do so.” Naomi replied, “You may go, my daughter.”