Coverdale(i) 1 I am wel pleased, yt the LORDE hath herde ye voyce of my prayer. 2 That he hath enclyned his eare vnto me, therfore wil I call vpo him as longe as I lyue. 3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me, 4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule. 5 Gracious is ye LORDE & rightuous, yee oure God is mercifull. 6 The LORDE preserueth ye symple, I was brought downe, and he helped me. 7 Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre. 8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge. 9 I wil walke before ye LORDE, in the londe of the lyuynge. 10 I beleued, and therfore haue I spoke, but I was sore troubled. 11 I sayde in my haist: All men are lyers. 12 What rewarde shal I geue vnto ye LORDE, for all the benefites yt he hath done vnto me? 13 I wil receaue the cuppe of saluacio, and call vpon the name of the LORDE. 14 I wil paye my vowes in the presence of all his people, right deare in the sight of ye LORDE is the death of his sayntes. 15 O LORDE, I am thy seruaunt, I am thy seruaunt, 16 and the sonne of thy handmayden, thou hast broken my bondes in sonder. 17 I wil offre the the sacrifice of thankes geuynge, and wil call vpon the name of the LORDE. 18 I wil paye my vowes vnto the LORDE in the sight of all his people, 19 in the courtes of the LORDES house, eue in the myddest of the, o Ierusalem. Halleluya.