Coverdale(i)
2 Thou sonne of man, tell the prynce of Tyre: Thus saieth the LORDE God: because thou hast a proude hert and hast sayde: I am a God, I haue my seate in the myddest off the see like a god: where as thou art but a man & not God, & yet stondest in thine owne coceate, that thou art God:
3 Beholde, thou thynkest thy selfe wyser then Daniel, that there is no secretes hyd from ye.
4 With thy wi?dome & thy vnderstodinge, thou hast gotte the greate welthynesse, and gathered treasure of syluer & golde.
5 With thy greate wi?dome and occupienge, hast thou increased thy power, and because of thy greate riches thy hert is proude.