Coverdale(i) 1 So that then thou shalt saye: O LORDE, I thanke the, for thou wast displeased at me, but thou hast refrayned thy wrath, and hast mercy vpon me. 2 Beholde, God is my health, in whom I trust, and am not afrayde. For the LORDE God is my strength, and my prayse, he also shalbe my refuge. 3 Therfore with ioye shal ye drawe water out of the welles of the Sauioure, 4 and then shal ye saye: Let vs geue thankes vnto the lorde, and call vpon his name, and declare his councels amonge the people, and kepe them in remembraunce, for his name is excellet. 5 O synge praises vnto the LORDE, for he doth greate thinges, as it is knowne in all the worlde. 6 Crie out, and be glad, thou that dwellest in Sion, for greate is thy prince: the holy one of Israel.