Coverdale(i)
16 For I chide not euer, & am not wroth wt out ende. But ye blastinge goeth fro me, though I make the breath.
17 I am wroth wt hi for his couetousnes & lust, I smyte him, I hyde me, and am angrie, whe he turneth himself, and foloweth ye bywaye of his owne hert.
18 But yf I maye se his right waye agayne, I make him whole, I lede him, and restore him vnto them whom he maketh ioyful, & that were sory for him.