I am one of those poor men. We Hebrews are confined to our ghetto, forbidden from dwelling anywhere near the real Egyptians.
When we were given this task, they paid us in advance. It was a generous loan. However, they forced us to work off our debt by continuing to make bricks, to be used in building the cities of Pithom and Rameses. Exodus 1:11
But then our rent started to be deducted from our pay. And we eat only Hebrew food, which we must buy only from a special store owned by our taskmasters; those purchases too are charged to our account. We suspect the accountants are cheating, but we're not allowed to see our records. Also, they require us to pay a high rate of interest on the balance we owe to the store.
Our company of Hebrews isn't even allowed to observe religious holidays. We asked Pharoah for three days off, but he refused.
Not only wouldn't he let us go, but he punished us for even asking. He ordered the straw boss to cut off our supply! Now we have to go out in the fields ourselves to gather stubble for the straw we need. And despite this extra workload, we still have to make the same quota of bricks! Exodus 5
The Egyptians have many gods. They speak of a being called Say-Peeder, an angel of death who warns that he can take us away from this bitter life.
Some of us pray that Say-Peeder will come yea, come quickly and return us to our home in the dust.
As a faithful Hebrew I also pray, but to my own God. I plead for him to free us from Egypt and return us to the land He promised to our father Abraham. Exodus 2:23-25 But so far, that hasn't happened. I'm still loading bricks.
Maybe one day we slaves will be free....
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