Tyndale(i)
1 I am the true vyne and my father ys an husbande man.
2 Every braunche that beareth not frute in me he will take awaye. And every braunche that beareth frute will he pourge yt it maye bringe moare frute.
3 Now are ye cleane thorow ye wordes which I have spoke vnto you.
4 Byde in me and let me byde in you. As ye braunche canot beare frute of it sylfe excepte it byde in the vyne: no more can ye excepte ye abyde in me.
5 I am the vyne and ye are the braunches. He that abydeth in me and I in him the same bringeth forth moche frute. For with out me can ye do nothinge.
6 Yf a man byde not in me he ys cast forthe as a braunche and is wyddered: and men gadder it and cast it into the fyre and it burneth.
7 Yf ye byde in me and my wordes also byde in you: axe what ye will and it shalbe done to you .
8 Heare in is my father glorified that ye beare moche frute and be made my disciples.