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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. 25 And said moreouer vnto him, we haue litter and prouender ynough, and also rowme to lodge in. 26 And the man bowed hymselfe, and worshipped the Lorde, 27 And sayde: blessed be the Lorde God of my maister Abraham, whiche hath not left destitute my maister of his mercye and trueth: for when I was on my iourney, the Lorde brought me to my maisters brothers house. Genesis 24:17-27, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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