Etheridge(i)
15 I know thy works, that thou art neither hot nor cold. Would that thou wast cold or hot!
16 So, because thou art lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will vomit thee from my mouth.
17 Because thou sayest, I am rich, and have become opulent, and of nothing have need; and knowest not that thou art infirm, and miserable, and needy, and blind, and naked;
18 I counsel thee to buy of me gold, proved by fire, that thou mayest be rich; and white raiment, that thou mayest be clothed, and the shame of thy nakedness be not seen; and lave with collyrium thine eyes, that thou mayest see.