There was a
man who had two sons; and the younger of them said to his father, “Father, give
me the share of property that falls to me.” And he divided his living between
them. Not many days later, the younger son gathered all he had and took his
journey into a far country, and there he squandered his property in loose living.
And when he had spent everything, a great famine arose in that country, and he
began to be in want. So he went and joined himself to one of the citizens of
that country, who sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would gladly
have fed on the pods that the swine ate; and no one gave him anything. But when
he came to himself he said, “How many of my father’s hired servants have bread
enough and to spare, but I perish here with hunger! I will arise and go to my
father, and I will say to him, Father, I have sinned against heaven and before
you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son; treat me as one of your hired
servants.”
And he arose and came to his father.
But while he was yet at a distance, his father saw him and had compassion, and
ran and embraced him and kissed him. And the son said to him, “Father, I have
sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your
son.” But the father said to his servants; “Bring quickly the best robe and put
it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet; and bring the
fatted calf and make merry; for this my son was dead, and is alive again; he
was lost, and is found.” And they began to make merry.
Now his elder son was in the field;
and as he came and drew near to the house, he heard music and dancing. And he
called one of the servants and asked what this meant. And he said to him, “Your
brother has come, and your father has killed the fatted calf, because he has
received him safe and sound.” But he was angry and refused to go in. His father
came out and entreated him, but he answered his father, “Lo, these many years I
have served you, and I never disobeyed your command, yet you never gave me a
kid, that I might make merry with my friends. But when this one of yours came,
who has devoured your living with harlots, you killed for him the fatted calf!”
And he said to him, “Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours.
It was fitting to make merry and be glad, for this your brother was dead, and
is alive; he was lost, and is found.”
Tyndale Version (1522-1536):
11 And he sayde: a certayne man had two sonnes 12 and 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. 13 And 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. 14 And
when he had spent all that he had ther rose a greate derth thorow out all yt
same londe and he began to lacke. 15 And he went and clave to a citesyn of yt
same countre which sent him to his felde to kepe his swyne. 16 And he wold
fayne have filled his bely with the coddes that ye swyne ate: and noo man gave
him. 17 Then he came to him selfe and sayde: how many hyred servauntes at my
fathers have breed ynough and I dye for honger. 18 I will aryse and goo to my
father and will saye vnto him: father I have synned agaynst heven and before ye
19 and am no moare worthy to be called thy sonne make me as one of thy hyred
servauntes.
20 And 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. 21
And 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. 22 But 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. 23 And bringe hidder that fatted caulfe
and kyll him and let vs eate and be mery: 24 for this my sonne was deed and is
alyve agayne he was loste and is now founde. And they began to be merye.
25 The
elder brother was in the felde and when he cam and drewe nye to ye housse he
herde minstrelcy and daunsynge 26 and called one of his servauntes and axed
what thoose thinges meate. 27 And he sayd vnto him: thy brother is come and thy
father had kylled ye fatted caulfe because he hath receaved him safe and
sounde. 28 And he was angry and wolde not goo in. Then came his father out and
entreated him. 29 He 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: 30 but
assone as this thy sonne was come which hath devoured thy goodes with harlootes
thou haste for his pleasure kylled ye fatted caulfe. 31 And he sayd vnto him:
Sonne thou wast ever with me and all that I have is thyne: 32 it 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.
Wycliffe Version (1382-1395):
11 And he seide, A man hadde twei sones; 12 and the yonger
of hem seide to the fadir, Fadir, yyue me the porcioun of catel, that fallith
to me. And he departide to hem the catel. 13 And not aftir many daies, whanne
alle thingis weren gederid togider, the yonger sone wente forth in pilgrymage
in to a fer cuntre; and there he wastide hise goodis in lyuynge lecherously. 14
And aftir that he hadde endid alle thingis, a strong hungre was maad in that
cuntre, and he bigan to haue nede. 15 And he wente, and drouy hym to oon of the
citeseyns of that cuntre. And he sente hym in to his toun, to fede swyn. 16 And
he coueitide to fille his wombe of the coddis that the hoggis eeten, and no man
yaf hym. 17 And he turnede ayen to hym silf, and seide, Hou many hirid men in
my fadir hous han plente of looues; and Y perische here thorouy hungir. 18 Y
schal rise vp, and go to my fadir, and Y schal seie to hym, Fadir, Y haue
synned in to heuene, and bifor thee; 19 and now Y am not worthi to be clepid thi
sone, make me as oon of thin hirid men.
20 And he
roos vp, and cam to his fadir. And whanne he was yit afer, his fadir saiy hym,
and was stirrid bi mercy. And he ran, and fel on his necke, and kisside hym. 21
And the sone seide to hym, Fadir, Y haue synned in to heuene, and bifor thee;
and now Y am not worthi to be clepid thi sone. 22 And the fadir seide to hise
seruauntis, Swithe brynge ye forth the firste stoole, and clothe ye hym, and
yyue ye a ryng in his hoond, 23 and schoon on hise feet; and brynge ye a fat calf, and
sle ye, and ete we, and make we feeste. 24 For this my sone was deed, and hath
lyued ayen; he perischid, and is foundun. And alle men bigunnen to ete.
25 But his
eldere sone was in the feeld; and whanne he cam, and neiyede to the hous, he
herde a symfonye and a croude. 26 And he clepide oon of the seruauntis, and
axide, what these thingis weren. 27 And he seide to hym, Thi brother is comun,
and thi fadir slewe a fat calf, for he resseyuede hym saaf. 28 And he was
wrooth, and wolde not come in. Therfor his fadir wente out, and bigan to preye
hym. 29 And he answerde to his fadir, and seide, Lo! so many yeeris Y serue
thee, and Y neuer brak thi comaundement; and thou neuer yaf to me a kidde, that
Y with my freendis schulde haue ete. 30 But aftir that this thi sone, that hath
deuourid his substaunce with horis, cam, thou hast slayn to hym a fat calf. 31 And he seide to hym, Sone, thou art euer more with me,
and alle my thingis ben thine. 32 But it bihofte for to make feeste, and to
haue ioye; for this thi brother was deed, and lyuede ayen; he perischide, and
is foundun.
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