Coverdale(i)
33 Heare another parable. There was a certayne houssholder which planted a vynyarde, and hedged it roude aboute, and dygged a wyne presse in it, and built a tower, and let it out vnto hussbandmen, and wente in to a straunge countre.
34 Now wha the tyme of the frute drew neare, he sent his seruautes to the hussbandmen, to receaue the frutes of it.
35 Then the hussbandmen caught his seruauntes: one they bett, another they kylled, the thirde they stoned.
36 Agayne, he sent other seruauntes, moo then the first, and they dyd vnto them in like maner.
37 At the last he sent his owne sonne vnto them, and sayde: they wyl stode in awe of my sonne.
38 But whe the hussbandme sawe the sonne, they sayde amonge the selues: This is the Heyre, come, let us kyl hym, and take his inheritauce vnto oure selues.
39 And they caught him, and thrust him out of the vynyarde, & slew him.
40 Now whe the lorde of the vynyarde commeth, what wyl he do wt those hussbandmen?