M oreover, my father, see, yea, see the skirt of thy robe in my hand: for in that I cut off the skirt of thy robe, and killed thee not, know thou and see that there is neither evil nor transgression in mine hand, and I have not sinned against thee; yet thou huntest my soul to take it.
Y mira, padre mío, mira la orilla de tu manto en mi mano. Puesto que corté la orilla de tu manto y no te maté, reconoce y ve que no hay maldad ni rebelión en mis manos y que no he pecado contra ti, a pesar de que tú acechas mi vida para quitármela.
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