Coverdale(i)
28 Then was he angrie, and wolde not go in. Then wente his father out, and prayed him.
29 But he answered, and sayde vnto his father: Lo, thus many yeares haue I done the seruyce, nether haue I yet broken thy commaundement, and thou gauest me neuer one kydd, yt I might make mery with my frendes.
30 But now that this thy sonne is come, which deuoured his goodes with harlottes, thou hast slayne a fed calfe.
31 But he sayde vnto him: My sonne, thou art allwaye with me, and all that is myne, is thine:
32 thou shuldest be mery and glad, for this yi brother was deed, and is alyue agayne: he was lost, and is founde agayne.