Coverdale(i)
20 Wy?dome crieth without, & putteth forth hir voyce in the stretes.
21 She calleth before ye congregacion in ye open gates, and sheweth hir wordes thorow ye cite, sayenge:
22 O ye childre, how loge wil ye loue childyshnesse? how longe wil ye scorners delyte in scornynge, & ye vnwyse be enemies vnto knowlege?