Coverdale(i)
7 when I wente thorow the cite vnto the gate, & whe they set me a chayre in ye strete:
8 whe the yonge me (as soone as they sawe me) hyd the selues, & when the aged arose, & stode vp vnto me:
9 whe the princes left of their talkinge, & laied their hade to their mouth:
10 whe the mightie kepte still their voyce, and whe their tonges cleued to the rofe of their mouthes.
11 When all they yt herde me, called me happie: & when all they yt sawe me, wysshed me good.
12 For I delyuered ye poore whe he cried, & the fatherlesse yt wanted helpe.
13 He yt shulde haue bene lost, gaue me a good worde, & ye widdowes hert praised me.
14 And why? I put vpon me rightuousnes, which couered me as a garmet, & equite was my crowne.
15 I was an eye vnto the blynde, & a fote to the lame.
16 I was a father vnto the poore, & whe I knew not their cause, I sought it out diligetly.
17 I brake the chaftes of ye vnrightuous, & plucte the spoyle out of their teth.