Mark 14:61-66 But he helde his tunge, and answered nothinge. The the hye prest axed him agayne, and sayde vnto him: Art thou Christ the sonne of the blessed?

Coverdale⁽ⁱ⁾ ⁶¹ But he helde his tunge, and answered nothinge. The the hye prest axed him agayne, and sayde vnto him: Art thou Christ the sonne of the blessed? ⁶² Iesus sayde: I am. And ye shal se the sonne of man syt at the right hande of power, and come in the cloudes of heaue. ⁶³ Then the hye prest rent his clothes, & sayde: What nede we eny mo wytnesses? ⁶⁴ Ye haue herde the blasphemy. What thynke ye? They all codemned him, that he was giltie of death. ⁶⁵ Then beganne there some to spyt vpo him, and to couer his face, and to smyte him with fistes, and to saye vnto him Prophecie vnto vs. And the seruauntes smote him on the face. ⁶⁶ And Peter was beneth in ye palace. The came one of the wenches of the hye prest: