Coverdale(i)
4 For thou art not the God yt hath pleasure in wickednesse, there maye no vngodly personne dwel with the.
5 Soch as be cruell maye not stonde in thy sight, thou art an enemie vnto all wicked doers. Thou destroyest the lyers: the LORDE abhorreth the bloude thurstie and disceatfull.
6 But as for me, I wil come in to thy house, euen vpon the multitude of thy mercy: ad in thy feare wyll I worshipe towarde thy holy teple.
7 Lede me (o LORDE) in thy rightuousnesse, because of myne enemyes, ad make thy waye playne before me.