Coverdale(i)
3 He sayde: Go yi waye, borowe without of all thy neghboures emptye vessels, & that not a fewe,
4 and go in, and shut ye dore behynde the with thy sonnes, and poure of it in to all ye vessels: & whan thou hast fylled them, delyuer them forth.
5 She wente, and shut the dore vnto her with hir sonnes, which broughte her the vessels, and so she poured in.
6 And whan the vessels were full, she sayde vnto hir sonne: Brynge me yet one vessell. He sayde vnto her: There is not one vessell more here. Then stode ye oyle styll.
7 And she sent, and tolde the man of God. He sayde: Go thy waye, sell the oyle, and paye the creditour: but lyue thou and yi sonnes of the resydue.