Coverdale(i)
6 For the LORDE shal call the, beinge as a desolate soroufull woman, and as a yonge wife that hath broken hir wedlocke: saieth thy God.
7 A litle while haue I forsaken the, but wt greate mercifulnes shal I take the vp vnto me.
8 Whe I was angrie, I hid my face from the for a litle season, but thorow euerlastinge goodnesse shal I pardon the, saieth the LORDE thine avenger.