Luke 15:1-21 ▼

1 Then resorted vnto him all ye publicas and synners for to heare him.

2 And the pharises and scribes murmured sayinge: He receaved to his copany synners and eateth with them.

3 Then put he forthe this similitude to the sayinge:

4 What man of you havynge an hundred shepe yf he loose one of thee doth not leve nynty and nyne in the wyldernes and goo after yt which is loost vntyll he fynde him?

5 And whe he hath founde him he putteth him on his shulders with ioye:

6 And assone as he cometh home he calleth to gedder his lovers and neghbours sayinge vnto them: reioyse with me for I have founde my shepe which was loost.

7 I say vnto you yt lyke wyse ioye shalbe in heven over one synner yt repenteth moore then over nynety and nyne iuste persons whiche nede noo repentauce.

8 Ether what woman havynge .x. grotes yf she loose one doth not lyght a candell and swepe ye housse and seke diligently tyll she fynde it?

9 And when she hath founde it she calleth her lovers and her neghbours sayinge: Reioyce wt me for I have founde the groate which I had loost.

10 Lykwyse I saye vnto you ioye is made in ye presence of ye angels of god over one synner yt repenteth.

11 And he sayde: a certayne man had two sonnes

12 and the yonger of them sayde to his father: father geve me my parte of the goodes yt to me belongeth. And he devided vnto them his substaunce.

13 And not longe after ye yonger sonne gaddered all that he had to gedder and toke his iorney into a farre countre and theare he wasted his goodes with royetous lyvinge.

14 And when he had spent all that he had ther rose a greate derth thorow out all yt same londe and he began to lacke.

15 And he went and clave to a citesyn of yt same countre which sent him to his felde to kepe his swyne.

16 And he wold fayne have filled his bely with the coddes that ye swyne ate: and noo man gave him.

17 Then he came to him selfe and sayde: how many hyred servauntes at my fathers have breed ynough and I dye for honger.

18 I will aryse and goo to my father and will saye vnto him: father I have synned agaynst heven and before ye

19 and am no moare worthy to be called thy sonne make me as one of thy hyred servauntes.

20 And he arose and went to his father. And when he was yet a greate waye of his father sawe him and had compassion and ran and fell on his necke and kyssed him.

21 And the sonne sayd vnto him: father I have synned agaynst heven and in thy sight and am no moare worthy to be called thy sonne.