Coverdale(i)
22 O ye childre, how loge wil ye loue childyshnesse? how longe wil ye scorners delyte in scornynge, & ye vnwyse be enemies vnto knowlege?
23 O turne you vnto my correccion: lo, I wil expresse my mynde vnto you, and make you vnderstode my wordes.
24 Seinge then that I haue called, and ye refused it: I haue stretched out my honde, and no ma regarded it,
25 but all my coucels haue ye despysed, and set my correccios at naught.
26 Therfore shal I also laugh in yor destruccion, and mocke you, when ye thinge that ye feare cometh vpon you:
27 euen whe ye thinge that ye be afrayed of, falleth in sodenly like a storme, and yor misery like a tempest: yee wha trouble and heuynesse cometh vpon you.
28 Then shal they call vpo me, but I wil not heare: they shal seke me early, but they shal not fynde me:
29 And yt because they hated knowlege, and receaued not ye feare of ye LORDE,