With loving care Sarai’s maidens surround her, with perfumes and oils, smoothing her skin, placing sparkling pins and fasterners in her long flowing hair.
Her eyes filled with excitement, enhanced with purple eyelashes, then stepping into a gown of ivory and lace and sandals of silver. And finally dressed with a bracelet and necklace of gold!
And as her maidens slowly draw the beaded curtain aside with its tinkling bells, there is silence as she poses before Abram who she is promised to be betrothed, as he gently lifts her veil, taking his wife to his tent to bear his child!.
But Abram’s wife is barren and unable to bear his child!
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