O God of my father Abraham and God of my father Isaac, O Lord who said to me, ‘Return to your country and to your kindred, that I may do you good,’ I am not worthy of the least of all the deeds of steadfast love and all the faithfulness that you have shown to your servant, for with only my staff I crossed this Jordan, and now I have become two camps. Please deliver me from the hand of my brother, from the hand of Esau, for I fear him, that he may come and attack me, the mothers with the children. But you said, ‘I will surely do you good, and make your offspring as the sand of the sea, which cannot be numbered for multitude.’

Your name shall no longer be called Jacob, but Israel, for you have striven with God and with men, and have prevailed.

Why are you angry, and why has your face fallen? If you do well, will there not be a lifting of the face? And if you do not do well, sin is crouching at the door. Its desire is against you, but you must rule over it.