Coverdale(i)
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.