Coverdale(i)
2 Yf ther come in to yor copany a ma wt a golde rynge and in goodly aparell, & ther come in also a poore man in vyle raymet,
3 & ye haue a respecte to him yt weareth the gaye clothinge & saye vnto hi: Sit thou here i a good place, & saye vnto ye poore, stonde thou there or sit here vnder my fote stole:
4 are ye not parciall in youre selues, and haue iudged after euyll thoughtes?
5 Harken my deare beloued brethre. Hath not God chosen the poore of this worlde, which are ryche in faith, and heyres of the kyngdom which he promysed to the that loue him?
6 But ye haue despised the poore. Are not the rych they which oppresse you: & they which drawe you before iudges?