Coverdale(i)
20 Thou breakest my weapens of warre, & yet thorow the I haue scatred the nacions & kyngdomes:
21 Thorow the haue I scatred horse & horseman, yee the charettes, & soch as sat vpon them:
22 Thorow the I haue scatred man & woman, olde and yonge, bacheler & mayden.
23 Thorow the I haue scatred the shepherde & his flocke, the husbond man & his catell, the prynces & the rulers.
24 Therfore wil I rewarde the cite of Babilon & all his citesyns the Caldees, with all the euell which they haue done vnto Sion: Yee that ye youre selues shall se it, saieth the LORDE.
25 Beholde, I come vpon the (thou noysome hill) saieth the LORDE, thou that destroyest all londes. I wil stretch out my honde ouer the, & cast the downe from the stony rockes: & wil make the a brente hill,
26 so that nether corner stones, ner pinnacles, ner foundacion stones shalbe taken enymore out of the but waist & desolate shalt thou lie for euermore, saieth the LORDE.