18 And Lot saith unto them, 'Not 'so', I pray thee, my lord;
19 lo, I pray thee, thy servant hath found grace in thine eyes, and thou dost make great thy kindness which thou hast done with me by saving my life, and I am unable to escape to the mountain, lest the evil cleave 'to' me, and I have died;
20 lo, I pray thee, this city 'is' near to flee thither, and it 'is' little; let me escape, I pray thee, thither, (is it not little?) and my soul doth live.'
21 And he saith unto him, 'Lo, I have accepted thy face also for this thing, without overthrowing the city 'for' which thou hast spoken;
22 haste, escape thither, for I am not able to do anything till thine entering thither;' therefore hath he calleth the name of the city Zoar.
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