Bishops(i)
15 And it came to passe yer he had lefte speakyng, beholde, Rebecca came out, the daughter of Bethuel, sonne to Milcha, the wyfe of Nachor Abrahams brother, and her pytcher vpon her shoulder
16 The damsel was very fayre to looke vpon, and yet a mayde, and vnknowen of man: and she went downe to the wel, and filled her pitcher, and came vp
17 And the seruaunt runnyng to meete her, sayde: let me I pray thee drinke a litle water of thy pitcher
18 And she sayd: drinke my Lorde. And she hasted, and let downe her pytcher vpon her arme, and gaue him drinke
19 And when she had geuen him drinke, she sayde: I wyll drawe water for thy Camelles also, vntyl they haue dronke ynough
20 And she poured out her pytcher into the trough hastyly, and ranne agayne vnto the well to draw [water] and drew for all his Camelles
21 And the man wondred at her, but held his peace, to witte whether the Lorde had made his iourney prosperous, or not
22 And as the Camelles had left drinking, the man tooke a golden earring of halfe a sickle wayght, and two bracelettes for her handes, of ten sickles wayght of golde
23 And sayde: whose daughter art thou? tell me I pray thee: is there rowme in thy fathers house for vs to lodge in
24 She aunswered hym: I am the daughter of Bethuel the sonne of Milcha whiche she bare vnto Nachor