Coverdale
(i)
18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
19 O remembre yet my mysery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.
20 Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
21 Whyle I cosidre these thinges in my hert, I get a hope agayne.