Coverdale(i)
19 Ah my bely, ah my bely, (shalt thou crie) how is my hert so sore? my hert paunteth within me, I can not be still, for I haue herde the crienge of the trompettes, and peales of warre.
20 They crie murthur vpon murthur, the whole londe shal perish. Immediathly my tentes were destroyed, and my hanginges, in the twincklinge of an eye.
21 How longe shall I se the tokens of warre, and heare the noyse of the trompettes?
22 Neuertheles this shall come vpon them, because my people is become foolish, and hath vterly no vnderstondinge. They are the children of foolishnes, and without eny discrecio. To do euell, they haue witt ynough: but to do well, they haue no wi?dome.
23 I haue loked vpon the earth, and se, it is wayst and voyde. I loked towarde heauen, and it had no shyne.
24 I behelde the mountaynes, and they trembled, and all the hilles were in a feare.
25 I loked aboute me, and there was no body, and all the byrdes of the ayre were awaye.
26 I marked well, and the plowed felde was become waist: yee all their cities were broken downe at the presence of the LORDE, and indignacion of his wrath.
27 For thus hath the LORDE sayde: The whole londe shalbe desolate, yet will I not then haue done.
28 And therfore let the earth mourne, and let the heauen be sory aboue: for the thinge that I haue purposed and taken vpon me to do, shal not repente me, and I will not go from it.
29 The whole londe shal fle, for the noyse of the horsmen and bowmen: they shall runne in to dennes in to woddes, and clymme vp the stony rockes. All the cities shalbe voyde, and no man dwellinge therin.