⁴ Let a little water, I pray you, be brought, and wash your feet, and rest yourselves under the tree:

³⁹ And Gideon said to God, Let not thy anger be hot against me, and I will speak but this once: Let me make trial, I pray thee, but this once with the fleece; let it now be dry only upon the fleece, and upon all the ground let there be dew.