Coverdale(i)
5 The seruaunt sayde: What and the woman wyl not folowe me in to this countre? shal I then cary thy sonne agayne in to yonder londe, where thou camest out of?
6 Abraham sayde vnto him: Beware of that, that thou brynge not my sonne thither agayne.
7 The LORDE, the God of heauen, which toke me fro my fathers house and from the londe of my kynred, and that talked with me, and sware also vnto me, and sayde: Vnto yi sede wyll I geue this londe: Euen he shall sende his angell before the, that thou maiest brynge my sonne a wife from thence.
8 But yf the woman wyll not folowe the, thou art discharged of this ooth: onely brynge not my sonne thither agayne.
9 Then ye seruaunt layed his hade vnder his master Abrahams thye, and sware the same vnto him.