Coverdale(i)
2 My brethren, counte it exceadynge ioye whe ye fall in to diuers temptacions,
3 for as moche as ye knowe, how yt the tryinge of youre faith bringeth pacience:
4 and let pacience haue her parfect worke, yt ye maye be parfecte aud sounde, lakinge nothinge.
5 Yf eny of you lacke wyssdome, let him axe of God, which geueth to all men indifferentlie, and casteth no man in the teth: and it shal be geue him.