Rotherham(i)
9 And Jacob said, God of my father Abraham, and God of my father Isaac,––Yahweh, who wast saying unto me,––Return to thy land and to thy kindred, that I may deal well with thee; ––
10 I am too small for all the lovingkindnesses, and for all the faithfulness, which thou hast done unto thy servant,––For, with my staff, passed I over this Jordan, But, now, have I become two camps.
11 Deliver me, I pray thee, out of the hand of my brother, out of the hand of Esau,––for, I, am afraid, of him, lest he come in and smite––mother, as well as sons!
12 But, thou thyself, saidst,––I will, deal well, with thee,––So will I make thy seed as the sand of the sea, which is not to be counted, for multitude.