Coverdale(i)
13 Verely no man can tell how worthy a thinge she is, nether is she foude in the lode of the lyuynge.
14 The depe sayeth: she is not in me. The see sayeth: she is not with me.
15 She can not be gotten for the most fyne golde, nether maye the pryce of her be bought with eny moneye.
16 No wedges of golde of Ophir, no precious Onix stones, no Saphirs maye be compared vnto her.
17 No, nether golde ner Christall, nether swete odours ner golden plate.
18 There is nothinge so worthy, or so excellet, as once to be named vnto her: for parfecte wy?dome goeth farre beyonde the all.
19 The Topas that cometh out of Inde, maye in no wyse be lickened vnto her: yee no maner of apparell how pleasaunt and fayre so euer it be.
20 From whece then commeth wy?dome? & where is the place of vnderstondinge?
21 She is hyd from the eyes of all men, yee & fro the foules of the ayre.
22 Destruccion & death saie: we haue herde tell of her wt oure eares.
23 But God seyth hir waie, & knoweth hir place.
24 For he beholdeth the endes of the worlde, and loketh vpon all that is vnder the heaue.
25 When he weyed the wyndes, & measured ye waters:
26 when he set the rayne in ordre, and gaue the mightie floudes a lawe:
27 Then dyd he se her, the declared he her, prepared her and knewe her.
28 And vnto man he sayde: Beholde, to feare the LORDE, is wy?dome: & to forsake euell, is vnderstondinge.