6 After them, seven heads of grain, thin and scorched by the east wind, sprouted up.
7 The thin heads of grain swallowed up the seven plump, ripe ones. Then Pharaoh woke up, and it was only a dream.
8 When morning came, he was troubled, so he summoned all the magicians of Egypt and all its wise men. Pharaoh told them his dreams, but no one could interpret them for him.
9 Then the chief cupbearer said to Pharaoh, “Today I remember my faults.
10 Pharaoh had been angry with his servants, and he put me and the chief baker in the custody of the captain of the guard.
11 He and I had dreams on the same night; each dream had its own meaning.
12 Now a young Hebrew, a slave of the captain of the guards, was with us there. We told him our dreams, he interpreted our dreams for us, and each had its own interpretation.