Coverdale(i)
2 Thou sonne of man, turne thy face towarde the mount Seir, prophecy vpon it,
3 & saye vnto it: Thus saieth the LORDE God: Beholde, (o thou mount Seir) I will vpon the, I will reach out myne hode ouer the, yee waist & desolate wil I make the.
4 Thy cities wil I breake downe, & thou shalt lye voyde: that thou mayest knowe, how that I am the LORDE.
5 For so moch as thou bearest an olde enemyte agaynst the children of Israel, & with a cruel honde hast made them afrayed, what tyme as they were troubled & punyshed for their synne:
6 Therfore, as truly as I lyue (saieth ye LORDE God) I wil prepare the vnto bloude, yee bloude shal folowe vpon the: seinge thou layest waite for bloude, therfore shall bloude persecute the.
7 Thus wil I make the mount Seir desolate & waist, and bringe to passe, that there shall no man go thither, ner come from thence.