Tyndale(i)
19 and am no moare worthy to be called thy sonne make me as one of thy hyred servauntes.
20 And he arose and went to his father. And when he was yet a greate waye of his father sawe him and had compassion and ran and fell on his necke and kyssed him.
21 And the sonne sayd vnto him: father I have synned agaynst heven and in thy sight and am no moare worthy to be called thy sonne.