"And it came to pass at that time, that Judah went down from his brethren, and turned in
to a certain Adullamite, whose name was Hirah."
In Chapter 38 of Genesis, the best friend of Judah (who, you might recall, was the brother of Joseph, he of the coat of many colors. Judah was the one who suggested that it might be
more profitable to sell Joseph rather than kill him.)
It's while staying with Hirah that Judah meets his future wife; when she passes away, Hirah
takes him on what sounds like the Biblical equivalent of a road trip to cheer him up (it's
a sheep-shearing trip actually, but it has the same effect).
When Judah owes a prostitute a goat for her services, it's Hirah whom he trusts to make
the payment. When the supposed prostitute goes missing, Hirah conducts a diligent search for
her before returning.
Hirah only appears in one chapter, and his actions are hardly earth-shaking. But in a story
where everyone else is lying and cheating and whoring and plotting to murder or enslave one
another, he comes across as a real pal, the kind of guy you'd want at your back. A mensch.