M oreover, my father, see; see the skirt of thy robe is even in my hand, for in that I cut off the skirt of thy robe and did not kill thee, know thou and see that there is neither evil nor transgression in my hand, and I have not sinned against thee; yet thou doest hunt my life to take it.
Mira, padre mío: aquí en mi mano tengo el borde de tu manto. Yo lo corté, y no te maté. Date cuenta que nunca te he traicionado, y tampoco te he hecho ningún mal; sin embargo, tú me andas persiguiendo con la intención de matarme.
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