Coverdale(i)
7 And with that brought he me to the courte gate: and whe I loked, beholde, there was an hole in the wall.
8 Then sayde he vnto me: Thou sonne off man, dygge thorow the wall. And when I dygged thorow the wall, beholde, there was a dore.
9 And he sayde vnto me: go thy waye in, & loke what wicked abhominacions they do there.
10 So I wente in, and sawe: and beholde, there were all maner ymages off wormes & beastes, all Idols and abhominacions of ye house off Israel paynted euerychone rounde aboute the wall.