Coverdale(i)
11 And agayne he sent yet another seruaut: but they bet him also, and intreated him shamefully, & sent him awaye emptye.
12 And besydes this, he sent the thirde: but they wounded him also, and thrust him out.
13 Then sayde the lorde of the vynyarde: What shal I do? I wil sende my deare sonne, peraduenture they wil stonde in awe of him, whan they se him.
14 But whan the hussbande men sawe the sonne, they thought in the selues, and sayde: This is the heyre, come, let vs kyll him, yt the inheritaunce maye be oures.