Coverdale(i)
15 And the angell of the LORDE cryed vnto Abraham from heauen the seconde tymy,
16 and sayde: I haue sworen by myne owne self (sayeth the LORDE) that for so moch as thou hast done this, and hast not spared thine onely sonne,
17 I wyll prospere and multiplye thy sede as the starres of heauen, and as the sonde vpon the see shore. And thy sede shall possesse the gates of his enemies:
18 and in thy sede shal all the nacions of the earth be blessed, because thou hast herkened vnto my voyce.