Coverdale
(i)
48 Whole ryuers of water gu?she out of myne eyes, for the greate hurte of my people.
49 Myne eyes runne, and can not ceasse, for there is no rest.
50 O LORDE, when wilt thou loke downe fro heauen, and considre?
51 Myne eye breaketh my herte, because of all the doughters of my cite.