Coverdale(i)
21 I hate them (o LORDE) that hate the, & I maye not awaye with those that ryse vp agaynst the?
22 Yee I hate them right sore, therfore are they myne enemies.
23 Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes.
24 Loke well, yf there be eny waye of wickednesse in me, & lede me in the waye euerlastinge.