Rotherham(i)
2 And he said, Behold, I pray thee, I am old,––I know not the day of my death.
3 Now, therefore, take, I pray thee, thy weapons, thy quiver and thy bow, and go out to the field, and catch for me game;
4 and make for me dainty meats, such as I love, and bring in to me, that I may eat,––To the end my soul may bless thee, ere yet I die!