Coverdale(i)
22 And beholde, a woma of Canaan wete out of ye same coastes, & cried after him, sayege: O LORDE, thou sonne of Dauid, haue mercy vpon me. My doughter is sore vexed wt a deuell.
23 And he answered her neuer a worde. The came his disciples vnto him, & besought him, sayege: Sede her awaye, for she crieth after us.
24 But he answered, & saide: I am not sent, but vnto the lost shepe of the house of Israel.
25 Notwithstondinge she came & fell downe before him, & sayde: LORDE, helpe me.
26 He answered & sayde: It is not good, to take the childrens bred, & to cast it vnto dogges.
27 It is trueth LORDE (sayde she) Neuertheles the whelpes eate of the crommes, that fall fro their lordes table.