Coverdale(i)
18 Yf it be possible (as moch as in you is) haue peace with all men.
19 Dearly beloued, auenge not youre selues, but geue rowme vnto the wrath off God. For it is wrytte: Vengeaunce is myne, and I wil rewarde, sayeth ye LORDE.
20 Therfore yf thine enemye hunger, fede him: Yf he thyrst, geue him drinke. For in so doinge thou shalt heape coales of fyre vpo his heade.
21 Be not ouercome with euell, but ouercome thou euell with good.