Wycliffe(i)
16 And he coueitide to fille his wombe of the coddis that the hoggis eeten, and no man yaf hym.
17 And he turnede ayen to hym silf, and seide, Hou many hirid men in my fadir hous han plente of looues; and Y perische here thorouy hungir.
18 Y schal rise vp, and go to my fadir, and Y schal seie to hym, Fadir, Y haue synned in to heuene, and bifor thee;