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In the one hundred thirty-eighth year of my life, my brother Abimelech, king 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 Abimelech for he was a good and holy man who walked in perfectness before his God and had made his calling and his election sure.
3
Therefore, we rejoiced in knowing of his end.
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Nevertheless, we sorrowed to be parted from him, but I knew that I should soon go to him, which knowledge comforted mine heart.
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And his son Abimelech was chosen to reign in his stead.