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25 Than sayde he: brynge me & let me eate of my sonnes venyson, that my soule maye blesse the. And he brought hym and he eate. And he brought hym wyne also, and he drancke.
26 And hys father Isahac sayde vnto hym, come nere, and kysse me my sonne.
27 And he went vnto hym and kyssed hym. And he smelled the sauoure of hys rayment, and blessed hym, and sayde, See, the smelle of my sonne is as the smell of a felde whych the Lorde had blessed.
28 God geue the of the dewe of heauen, and of the fatnesse of the erth, and plentye of corne and wyne.
29 People be thy seruauntes, and nacyons bowe vnto the. Be Lorde ouer thy brethren, and thy mothers chyldren stowpe vnto the. Curssed be he that cursseth the, and blessed be he that blesseth the.