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Wycliffe's Bible with Modern Spelling (Enhanced)

TOB 10:4

4 Then his mother wept with tears without remedy [[or with unremediable tears]], and said, Alas to me! my son, why sent we thee to go (on) a pilgrimage, thou (who) art the light of our eyes, the staff of our eld (age), the solace of our life, and the hope of our heirs, or after-comers?

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