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 my hand, and I have not sinned against thee, though thou huntest after my life to take it.
Mire, padre mío, mire la orilla de su manto en mi mano. Puesto que corté la orilla de su manto y no lo maté, reconozca y vea que no hay maldad ni rebelión en mis manos y que no he pecado contra usted, a pesar de que usted acecha mi vida para quitármela.
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