Coverdale(i)
8 For thus saieth the LORDE: My thoughtes are not youre thoughtes, & youre wayes are not my wayes:
9 But as farre as the heauens are hyer then the earth, so farre do my waies exceade yours, & my thoughtes yours
10 And like as the rayne & snowe cometh downe from heaue, & returneth not thither agayne, but watereth the earth, maketh it frutefull & grene, that it maye geue corne & breade vnto the sower:
11 So the worde also that commeth out of my mouth, shal not turne agayne voyde vnto me, but shal accoplish my wil & prospere in the thinge, wherto I sende it.
12 And so shal ye go forth wt ioye, & be led with peace. The mountaynes and hilles shal synge with you for ioye, and all the trees of the felde shal clappe their hondes.