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15 And the Angell of the Lorde cryed vnto Abraham from heauen the seconde tyme,
16 and sayde: by my selfe haue I sworne (sayth the Lorde) because thou hast done thys thynge and hast not spared thy onely sonne:
17 that in blessynge I wyll blesse the, and in multiplienge I wyll multiplie thy seed as the starres of heauen & as the sande which is vpon the see syde. And thy seed shall possesse the gate of hys enemies.