Coverdale(i)
37 At the last he sent his owne sonne vnto them, and sayde: they wyl stode in awe of my sonne.
38 But whe the hussbandme sawe the sonne, they sayde amonge the selues: This is the Heyre, come, let us kyl hym, and take his inheritauce vnto oure selues.
39 And they caught him, and thrust him out of the vynyarde, & slew him.
40 Now whe the lorde of the vynyarde commeth, what wyl he do wt those hussbandmen?
41 They sayde vnto him: He wyl cruelly destroye those euell personnes, & let out his vyniarde vnto other hussbadmen, which shal delyuer him the frute at tymes conuenyent.