Coverdale(i)
20 And he sayde morouer: Thou mayest not se my face, for there shall no ma lyue, yt seyth me.
21 And ye LORDE sayde farthermore: beholde, there is a place by me, there shalt thou stode vpon the rocke.
22 Now whan my glory goeth forth, I wil put ye in a clyfte of ye rocke, & my hande shal holde styll vpo the, tyll I be passed by.
23 And whan I take awaye myne hande from the, thou shalt se my back partes, but my face shal not be sene.