Coverdale(i)
43 And now my sonne heare my voyce: Get the vp, and flye vnto my brother Laban in Haran,
44 and tary there with him a whyle, tyll the furiousnes of thy brother be swaged, and
45 till his wrath agaynst ye be turned from the, and he forget what thou hast done vnto him. So wyll I then sende for the, and cause the be fetched from thece. Why shulde I be robbed of you both in one daye?