Coverdale(i) 1 Pvt me not to rebuke (Oh LORDE) in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure. 2 For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore. 3 There is no whole parte in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no rest in my bones, by reason of my synnes. 4 For my wickednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are like a sore burthen, to heuy forme to beare. 5 My woundes styncke & are corrupte, thorow my folishnesse. 6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe. 7 For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body. 8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert. 9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the. 10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me. 11 My louers & frendes stonde lokynge vpon my trouble, and my kynsmen are gone a farre of. 12 They that sought after my life, and to do me euell, spake of lyes and ymagined disceate all the daye longe. 13 As for me, I was like a deaf ma, and herde not: and as one that were domme, not openynge his mouth. 14 I am become as a man that heareth not, and that can make no resistaunce wt his mouth. 15 For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God. 16 My desyre is, yt myne enemies triumphe not ouer me: for yf my fote slippe, they reioyse greatly against me. 17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight. 18 For I cofesse my wickednesse, & my synne greueth me. 19 But myne enemies lyue, and are mightie: and they that hate me without a cause, are many in nombre. 20 They that rewarde me euell for good, speake euell of me, because I folowe the thinge that good is. 21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me. 22 Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.