Coverdale(i)
16 And he tolde them a symilitude, and sayde: There was a riche man, whose felde had brought forth frutes plenteously,
17 and he thought in himself, and sayde: What shal I do? I haue nothinge wher in to gather my frutes.
18 And he sayde: This wil I do, I wil breake downe my barnes, & buylde greater, and therin wil I gather all myne increace, & my goodes,
19 & wil saye vnto my soule: Soule, thou hast moch goodes layed vp in stoare for many yeares, take now thine ease, eate, drinke, and be mery.
20 But God sayde vnto him: Thou foole, this night shal they requyre thy soule from the, and whose shal it be that thou hast prepared?