Coverdale(i)
15 Myne owne brethren passe ouer by me as the waterbroke, that hastely runneth thorow ye valleys.
16 But they that feare the horefrost, the snowe shal fall vpon them.
17 When their tyme cometh, they shalbe destroyed and perishe: and when they be set on fyre, they shalbe remoued out of their place,
18 for the pathes yt they go in, are croked: they haist after vayne thinges, and shal perish.
19 Considre the pathes off Theman, & the wayes off Saba, wherin they haue put their trust.
20 Confounded are they, that put eny cofidence in them: For whe they came to opteyne the thynges that they loked for, they were brought to confucion.
21 Eue so are ye also come vnto me: but now that ye se my mysery, ye are afrayed.
22 Dyd I desyre you, to come hyther? Or, to geue me eny off youre substaunce?