Coverdale(i)
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.