Coverdale(i)
13 And yet thou thoughtest in thine harte: I will clymme vp in to heauen, and make my seate aboue the starres of God, I wyll syt vpon the glorious mount toward the North,
14 I wyll clymme vp aboue the cloudes, & wilbe like the highest of all.
15 Yet darre I laye, yt thou shalt be brought downe to the depe of hell.
16 They that se the, shal narowly loke vpo the, and thinke in them selues, sayenge: Is this the man, that brought all londes in feare, and made ye kingdomes afrayde: