Coverdale(i)
18 Tell the kinge & the rulers: Humble yor selues, set you downe lowe, for ye crowne of yor glory shal fall from youre heade.
19 The cities towarde the south shalbe shut vp, & no man shal open the. All Iuda shal be caried awaye captyue, so that none shall remayne.
20 Lift vp youre eyes, and beholde the, that come from the North: Like a fat flocke shal they fall vpon the.