Tyndale(i)
4 I must worke the workes of him that sent me whyll it is daye. The nyght cometh when no man can worke.
5 As longe as I am in the worlde I am the lyght of the worlde.
6 Assone as he had thus spoken he spate on the grounde and made claye of the spetle and rubbed the claye on the eyes of the blynde
7 and sayde vnto him: Goo wesshe the in ye pole of Syloe which by interpretacion signifieth sent. He went his waye and wasshed and cam agayne seinge.
8 The neghboures and they that had sene him before how that he was a begger sayde: is not this he that sate and begged?
9 Some sayde: this is he. Other sayd: he is lyke him. But he him selfe sayde: I am even he.
10 They sayde vnto him: How are thyne eyes opened then?
11 He answered and sayde. The ma that is called Iesus made claye and anoynted myne eyes and sayd vnto me: Goo to the pole Syloe and wesshe. I went and wesshed and receaved my syght.
12 They sayde vnto him: where is he? He sayde: I cannot tell.