Luke 15:19
and am no moare worthy to be called thy sonne make me as one of thy hyred servauntes.
and am no moare worthy to be called thy sonne make me as one of thy hyred servauntes.
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20And he arose and went to his father. And when he was yet a greate waye of his father sawe him and had compassion and ran and fell on his necke and kyssed him.
21And the sonne sayd vnto him: father I have synned agaynst heven and in thy sight and am no moare worthy to be called thy sonne.
22But his father sayde to his servautes: bringe forth that best garment and put it on him and put a rynge on his honde and showes on his fete.
23And bringe hidder that fatted caulfe and kyll him and let vs eate and be mery:
24for this my sonne was deed and is alyve agayne he was loste and is now founde. And they began to be merye.
25The elder brother was in the felde and when he cam and drewe nye to ye housse he herde minstrelcy and daunsynge
26and called one of his servauntes and axed what thoose thinges meate.
27And he sayd vnto him: thy brother is come and thy father had kylled ye fatted caulfe because he hath receaved him safe and sounde.
28And he was angry and wolde not goo in. Then came his father out and entreated him.
29He answered and sayde to his father: Loo these many yeares have I done the service nether brake at eny tyme thy commaundment and yet gavest thou me never soo moche as a kyd to make mery wt my lovers:
30but assone as this thy sonne was come which hath devoured thy goodes with harlootes thou haste for his pleasure kylled ye fatted caulfe.
31And he sayd vnto him: Sonne thou wast ever with me and all that I have is thyne:
32it was mete that we shuld make mery and be glad: for this thy brother was deed and is a lyve agayne: and was loste and is founde.
11And he sayde: a certayne man had two sonnes
12and the yonger of them sayde to his father: father geve me my parte of the goodes yt to me belongeth. And he devided vnto them his substaunce.
13And not longe after ye yonger sonne gaddered all that he had to gedder and toke his iorney into a farre countre and theare he wasted his goodes with royetous lyvinge.
14And when he had spent all that he had ther rose a greate derth thorow out all yt same londe and he began to lacke.
15And he went and clave to a citesyn of yt same countre which sent him to his felde to kepe his swyne.
16And he wold fayne have filled his bely with the coddes that ye swyne ate: and noo man gave him.
17Then he came to him selfe and sayde: how many hyred servauntes at my fathers have breed ynough and I dye for honger.
18I will aryse and goo to my father and will saye vnto him: father I have synned agaynst heven and before ye
28What saye ye to this? A certayne man had two sonnes and came to ye elder and sayde: sonne go and worke to daye in my vineyarde.
29He answered and sayde I will not: but afterwarde repented and went.
30Then came he to the second and sayde lyke wyse. And he answered and sayde: I will syr: yet wet not.
2And he called him and sayd vnto him: How is it that I heare this of the? Geve a comptes of thy steward shippe: For thou mayste be no longer stewarde.
3The stewarde sayd wt in him selfe: what shall I do? for my master will take awaye fro me ye stewarde shippe. I canot digge and to begge I am ashamed.
4I woote what to do yt when I am put out of ye stewardshippe they maye receave me into their houses.
5Then called he all his masters detters and sayd vnto ye fyrst: how moche owest thou vnto my master?
18And he went in to his father saynge: my father And he aswered: here am I who art thou my sonne?
3Then put he forthe this similitude to the sayinge:
13And the publican stode afarre of and wolde not lyfte vp his eyes to heven but smote his brest sayinge: God be mercyfull to me a synner.
25whome be cause he had nought to paye his master commaunded him to be solde and his wyfe and his chyldren and all that he had and payment to be made.
26The servaunt fell doune and besought him sayinge: Sir geve me respyte and I wyll paye it every whit.
7Who is it of you yf he had a servaute plowinge or fedinge catell that wolde saye vnto him when he were come from the felde Goo quickly and syt doune to meate:
8and wolde not rather saye to him dresse wherwith I maye sup and gyrde vp thy selfe and serve me tyll I have eaten and dronken: and afterwarde eate thou and drinke thou?
27Then he sayd: I praye the therfore father send him to my fathers housse.
32Then his LORde called him and sayde vnto him. O evyll servaut I forgave the all that det because thou prayedst me: was it not mete also yt thou
7Wherfore now thou art not a servaunt but a sonne. Yf thou be ye sonne thou arte also the heyre of God thorow Christ.
37But last of all he sent vnto the his awne sonne sayinge: they will feare my sonne.
13Then sayde the LORde of the vyneyarde: what shall I do? I will sende my deare sonne him peradventure they will reverence when they se him.
29And his felowe fell doune and besought him sayinge: have pacience with me and I wyll paye the all.
6And assone as he cometh home he calleth to gedder his lovers and neghbours sayinge vnto them: reioyse with me for I have founde my shepe which was loost.
18And his brethern came ad fell before him and sayde: beholde we be thy servauntes.
12He sayde therfore: a certayne noble man wet into a farre countre to receave him a kyngdome and then to come agayne.
33Now therfore let me thy servaunt byde here for ye lad and be my LORdes bondman: and let the lad goo home with his brethern.
14Take that which is thy duty and go thy waye. I will geve vnto this last as moche as to the.
15Hence forth call I you not servauntes: for the servaunt knoweth not what his Lorde doeth. But you have I called frendes: for all thinges that I have hearde of my father I have opened to you.
10For the sonne of ma is come to seke and to save that which was looste.
21And the servaunt went and brought his master worde therof. Then was the good man of the housse displeased and sayd to his servaut: Goo out quickly into ye stretes and quarters of the cite and bringe in hidder the poore and the maymed and the halt and the blynde.