Coverdale(i)
9 This goeth daye and night aboute the walles, myschefe and vyce are in the myddest of it.
10 Wickednesse is therin, disceate and gyle go not out of hir stretes.
11 Yf it were myne enemie that reuyled me, I coude beare it: or yf one that ought me euell will dyd threaten me, I wolde hyde myself from him.