1 In the one hundred thirty-eighth year of my life, my brother Aḇimeleḵ, sovereign of Gerar, died being one hundred and ninety-three years of age.

2 Wherefore, I took my people and journeyed to Gerar where we mourned over Aḇimeleḵ for he was a good and qodesh man who walked in perfectness before his Elohim and had made his calling and his election sure.

3 Therefore, we rejoiced in knowing of his end.

4 Nevertheless, we sorrowed to be parted from him, but I knew that I should soon go to him, which knowledge comforted my heart.

5 And his son Aḇimeleḵ was chosen to reign in his stead.