Coverdale(i)
3 When ye LORDE now shal bringe ye to rest, fro ye trauayle, feare, & harde bondage yt thou wast laden withall:
4 then shalt thou vse this mockage vpon ye kinge of Babilon, & saye: How happeneth it yt ye oppressour leaueth of? It ye golden tribute come to an ende?
5 Doutles the LORDE hath broken the staff of the vngodly, & the cepter of ye lordly.
6 Which whe he is wroth, smyteth ye people wt durable strokes, & in his woders he persecuteth the, & tameth the cotinually.
7 And therfore ye whole worlde is now at rest and quyetnesse, & men synge for ioye.