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43 nowe therfore my sonne heare my voyce, make the redy, & flee to Laban my brother at Haran:
44 & tarye wyth him a whyle vntyll thy brothers fearsnes be swaged,
45 & vntyll thy brothers wrath turne awaye from the, & he forget the thynges whych thou hast done to him. Than wyll I sende and fet the awaye from thence. Why shulde I be desolate of you bothe in one daye?