Wycliffe(i)
11 And lo! an aungel of the Lord criede fro heuene, and seide, Abraham! Abraham!
12 Which answerde, I am present. And the aungel seide to hym, Holde thou not forth thin honde on the child, nether do thou ony thing to him; now Y haue knowe that thou dredist God, and sparidist not thin oon gendrid sone for me.