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35 & God hath blessed my master out of measure, that he is become greate, and hath geuen hym shepe, and oxen, syluer and golde, men seruauntes, and mayde seruauntes, camels and asses.
36 And Sara my masters wyfe bare hym a sonne, when she was olde: and vnto hym hath he geuen all that he hath.
37 And my master made me swere sayinge: thou shalt not take a wyfe to my sonne amonge the daughters of the Cananites in whose lande I dwell:
38 But thou shalt go vnto my fathers house & to my kynred, and take a wife vnto my sonne.
39 And I sayde vnto my master: peraduenture the wyfe wyll not folowe me?
40 And he answered me: The Lorde, before whome I walke, wyll sende hys angell wyth the, and prospere thy iourney and thou shalt take a wyfe for my sonne, of my kynred and of my fathers house.
41 Them shalt thou be gyltlesse of my curse, whan thou commest to my kynred. And yf they geue the not one, thou shalt be giltlesse of my curse.
42 And so I came thys daye vnto the well and sayde: O Lorde, the God of my master Abraham, yf it be so nowe that thou makest my iourney whych I go, prosperous:
43 beholde I stonde by thys well of water, and when a vyrgyn cometh forth to drawe water, and I saye to her: geue me (I praye the) a lytle water of thy pytcher to drincke,
44 and she saye to me: dryncke thou, and I wyll also drawe for thy camels: that same is the wyfe whom the Lorde hath prepared for my masters sonne.
45 And before I had made an ende of speakynge in myne harte: beholde Rebecca came forth, and hyr pytcher on hyr shulder, and she went downe vnto the well & drewe water. And I sayde vnto her: geue me dryncke I praye the.
46 And she made hast, & toke downe hyr pitcher from of hyr, and sayde dryncke, and I wyll geue thy camels dryncke also.
47 And I drancke, & she gaue the camels dryncke also. And I asked her, sayinge: whose daughter art thou? She answered: the daughter of Bathuel Nahors sonne whom Milca bare vnto hym. And I put the earing vpon hyr face, and the bracelettes vpon hyr handes.
48 And I bowed my selfe, and worshypped the Lorde, & blessed the Lorde God of my master Abraham whych had brought me the ryght waye, to take my masters brothers daughter vnto hys sonne.
49 Nowe also yf ye wyll deale mercyfully and truly wyth my master, tell me: and yf not, tell me also: that I maye turne me to the ryght hande or to the lefte.