Coverdale(i)
1 I wil allwaye geue thankes vnto the LORDE, his prayse shal euer be in my mouth.
2 My soule shall make hir boast in the LORDE: the poore oppressed shal heare therof, and be glad.
3 O prayse ye LORDE with me, and let vs magnifie his name together.
4 I sought the LORDE, and he herde me, yee he delyuered me out of all my feare.
5 They that haue an eye vnto him, shalbe lightened, & their faces shall not be ashamed.
6 This poore man cried vnto the LORDE, and he herde him, yee and delyuered him out of all his troubles.
7 The angell of the LORDE pitcheth his tente rounde aboute them that feare him, and delyuereth them.
8 O taist and se how frendly the LORDE is, blessed is the man yt trusteth in him.