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But one of Lot's servants who dwelt in his house escaped and came to me in Hebron and told me that Lot, my brother's son, had been taken with all his possessions but that he yet lived.
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He showed me, moreover, the route which the kings had taken toward the land of Damascus.
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When I heard this news, mine heart melted within me for Lot who had stood at my right hand had been as a brother to me in the place of my brother Haran, who had been slain in the Land of Shinar.
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Oh that Lot had stayed among the body of the saints of the Most High God, I thought, and not gone off to possess his own property apart.
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Then these circumstances would never have befallen him that he should be in the hands of Amraphel, son of Nimrod, king of Shinar and his hosts.
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But as I thus mourned over Lot, the word of the Lord came unto me saying, Up, arouse thee, O Abraham, take three hundred and eighty of the young men of the strength of thine house and also thy friends Aneram, Eshcol and Mamre each with one hundred and five of the strength of his house and also Eliezer of Damascus who is with thee in the tent and pursue after Amraphel, son of Nimrod king of Shinar, for truly I shall deliver his hosts into your hands.