Coverdale(i)
8 Now hast thou spoken in myne eares, & I haue herde ye voyce of thy wordes:
9 I am clene without eny fawte, I am innocent, & there is no wickednesse in me.
10 But lo, he hath pyked a quarell agaynst me, & taketh me for his enemy:
11 he hath put my fote in the stockes, & loketh narowly vnto all my pathes.
12 Beholde, vnto these vnreasonable wordes of thyne wil I make answere. Shulde God be reproued of man?
13 Why doest thou then stryue agaynst him, because he geueth the no accomptes of all his doinges?