Coverdale(i)
37 I will folowe vpon myne enemies, and take them: I will not turne till they be discomfited.
38 I will smyte them, they shall not be able to stonde, but fall vnder my fete.
39 Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto ye batell, thou hast throwe them all downe vnder me, that rose vp agaynst me.
40 Thou hast made myne enemies to turne their backes vpon me, thou hast destroyed the yt hated me.
41 They cried, but there was none to helpe the: yee euen vnto the LORDE, but he herde the not.
42 I will beate them as small as the dust before the wynde, I will cast them out as ye claye in the stretes.