Coverdale(i)
1 But a certayne man named Ananias with Saphira his wife, solde his possession,
2 and kepte awaye parte of the money (his wife knowinge of it) and broughte one parte, & layed it at the Apostles fete.
3 But Peter sayde: Ananias, Wherfore hath Sathan fylled thine hert, that thou shuldest lye vnto the holy goost, and withdrawe awaye parte of the money of the lyuelod?
4 Mightest thou not haue kepte it, whan thou haddest it? And whan it was solde, the money was also in thy power: Why hast thou then conceaued this thinge in thine hert? Thou hast not lyed vnto me, but vnto God.
5 Whan Ananias herde these wordes, he fell downe, & gaue vp the goost. And there came a greate feare vpon all the that herde of this.
6 The yonge men rose vp, and put him asyde, and caried him out, and buried him.
7 And it fortuned as it were aboute ye space of thre houres after, his wife came in, and knewe not what was done.
8 But Peter answered vnto her. Tell me, solde ye the londe for somoch? She sayde: Yee, for so moch.
9 Peter sayde vnto her: Why haue ye agreed together, to tempte the sprete of the LORDE? Beholde, the fete of the which haue buried thy hussbande, are at the dore, & shal carye the out.
10 And immediatly she fell downe at his fete, and gaue vp the goost. Then came in the yonge men, and founde her deed, and caried her out, and buried her by hir hussbade.