Coverdale(i)
1 But I determyned this wt my selfe, that I wolde not come agayne to you in heuynes.
2 For yf I make you sory, who is it that shal make me glad, but the same which is made sory by me?
3 And the same haue I wrytten vnto you, lest wha I come, I shulde take heuynes of them, of whom I oughte to reioyse: for somoch as I haue this confidence in you all, that my ioye is the ioye of you all.
4 For in greate trouble and anguysh of hert wrote I vnto you with many teares: not yt ye shulde be sory, but that ye mighte perceaue the loue, which I haue most specially vnto you.