Coverdale(i) 1 Wo be to the proude welthy in Sio, to soch as thinke the so sure vpon ye mount of Samaria? which holde them selues for the best of the worlde, and rule the house of Israel, eue as they list. 2 Go vnto Calne, and se: and from thence get you to Hemath the greate cite, and so go downe to Gath of the Philistines: be they better at ease then these kyngdomes, or the border of their londe wyder then yours? 3 Ye are taken out for the euel daye, euen ye that syt in the stole of wylfulnesse: 4 Ye that lye vpon beddes off yuery, and vse youre wantonnesse vpon youre couches: ye that eate the best lambes of ye flocke, and the fattest calues off the droaue: 5 ye that synge to the lute, and in playenge off instrumentes compare youre selues vnto Dauid: 6 ye that drynke wyne out of goblettes, & anoynte youre selues with the best oyle, but no man is sory for Ioseps hurte. 7 Therfore now shall ye be the first of them, that shal be led awaye captyue, and the lusty chere of the wylfull shall come to an ende. 8 The LORDE God hath sworne euen by himself (sayeth the LORDE God of hoostes:) I hate the pryde of Iacob, and I abhorre his palaces: and I wil geue ouer the cite, wt all that is therin: 9 so that though there remayne ten men in one house, they shal dye. 10 So their nexte kyn?folckes and the deed buriers shall take them, and cary awaye their bones, and saye vnto him, that is in the ynnermer house: is there yet eny mo by ye? And he shal answere: they are all gone, holde thy tunge (shall he saye) for they wolde not remembre the name of the LORDE. 11 Beholde, the LORDE is mynded to smyte the greate houses, so that they shall decaye: ad the litle houses, that they shall cleue a sunder. 12 Who can runne with horses, or plowe wt oxen vpon the harde rockes off stone? For why, ye haue turned true iudgment in to bytternesse, and the frute of rightuousnesse in to wormwod: 13 Yee euen ye, that reioyse in vayne thynges: ye that saye: haue not we optayned hornes in oure owne strength? 14 Well, take hede, o ye house off Israel, sayeth the LORDE God of hoostes: I wil brynge a people vpo you, which shall trouble you, from the waye that goeth towarde Hemath, vnto the broke in the medowe.