Coverdale(i) 2 Thou sonne of man, tell the prynce of Tyre: Thus saieth the LORDE God: because thou hast a proude hert and hast sayde: I am a God, I haue my seate in the myddest off the see like a god: where as thou art but a man & not God, & yet stondest in thine owne coceate, that thou art God: 3 Beholde, thou thynkest thy selfe wyser then Daniel, that there is no secretes hyd from ye. 4 With thy wi?dome & thy vnderstodinge, thou hast gotte the greate welthynesse, and gathered treasure of syluer & golde. 5 With thy greate wi?dome and occupienge, hast thou increased thy power, and because of thy greate riches thy hert is proude. 6 Therfore thus saieth ye LORDE God: For so moch as thou hast lift vp thine herte, as though thou werst God: 7 beholde, I wil bringe enemies vpon the, euen the tyrauntes of the Heithe: these shal drawe out their sweardes vpon thy beuty and wi?dome, and shall defyle thy glory. 8 They shal cast the downe to the pytte, so that thou shalt dye in the middest of the see, 9 as they that be slayne. Let se, yff thou wilt saye then (before the that slaye ye) I am God: where as thou art but a man, and not God, in the hondes of them that slaye the.