Coverdale(i)
19 She layeth hir fyngers to the spyndle, & hir hande taketh holde of ye rocke.
20 She openeth hir hande to ye poore, yee she stretcheth forth hir hades to soch as haue nede.
21 She feareth not yt the colde of wynter shal hurte hir house, for all hir housholde folkes are duble clothed.
22 She maketh hir self fayre ornametes, hir clothige is whyte sylke & purple.
23 Hir hu?bade is moch set by in ye gates, whe he sytteth amonge ye rulers of ye londe.
24 She maketh cloth of sylke & selleth it, and delyuereth a gyrdle vnto ye marchaut.