“Ah, the smell of my son
    is like the smell of a field that the Lord has blessed.^(A)
28 May God give you of the dew of heaven
    and of the fatness of the earth
    and plenty of grain and wine.^(B)
29 Let peoples serve you
    and nations bow down to you.
Be lord over your brothers,
    and may your mother’s sons bow down to you.
Cursed be everyone who curses you,
    and blessed be everyone who blesses you!”^(C)