Coverdale
(i)
28 I knowe thy wayes, thy goinge forth & thy comynge home, yee & thy madnesse agaynst me.
29 Therfore thy furiousnesse agaynst me, & thy pryde is come before me. I wil put a rynge in yi nose, & a bridle byt in the chawes of the, & turne the aboute, eue the same waye thou camest.