Etheridge(i)
28 And he was angry, and would not go in. And his father came forth and besought him.
29 But he said to his father, Behold, how many years have I wrought thee service, and never have I transgressed thy commandment: yet never hast thou given me a kid, that I might feast with my friends.
30 But this thy son, when he hath wasted thy substance with harlots, and hath come, thou hast killed for him the fatted calf.