Coverdale(i)
30 And I wyl destroye youre hye altares, and rote out youre ymages, and wyll cast youre bodies vpon the bodies of youre Idols, and my soule shall abhorre you.
31 And youre cities wyll I make waist, and brynge youre churches to naught, and wyll not smell youre swete odoures.
32 Thus wyll I make the londe desolate, so that youre enemies shall dwell therin, and make it waist: