Coverdale(i)
1 The worde of the LORDE came vnto me, sayege:
2 Thou sonne of man, Speake prophecie agaynst those prophetes, that preach in Israel: & saye thou vnto them that prophecie out of their owne hertes: Heare the worde of the LORDE,
3 thus saieth the LORDE God: Wo be vnto those folish prophetes, that folowe their owne sprete, and speake, where they se nothinge.
4 O Israel, thy prophetes are like the foxes vpon the drie felde:
5 For they stonde not in the gappes, nether make they an hedge for the house of Israel, that me might abyde the parell in the daye of the LORDE.
6 Vayne thinges they se, & tell lies, to mayntene their preachinges withall. The LORDE (saye they) hath spoke it, when in very dede the LORDE hath not sent them.
7 Vayne visios haue ye sene, & spoke false prophecies. when ye saye: the LORDE hath spoken it, where as I neuer sayde it.
8 Therfore, thus saieth the LORDE God: Because youre wordes be vayne, & ye seke out lies: Beholde, I wil vpon you, saieth ye LORDE.
9 Myne hondes shal come vpon the prophetes, that loke out vayne thinges, and preach lies: they shal not be in the councell of my people, ner written in the boke of the house of Israel, nether shal they come in the londe of Israel: that ye maye knowe, how that I am the LORDE God.