Coverdale(i)
1 My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
2 He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence, so yt I shal not greatly fall.
3 How longe wil ye ymagin myschefe agaynst euery man? ye shal be slayne all ye sorte of you: yee as a tottringe wall shal ye be, & like a broken hedge.
4 Their deuyce is only how to put him out, their delyte is i lyes: they geue good wordes wt their mouth but curse wt their herte.
5 Sela. Neuertheles, my soule abydeth only vpon God, for he is my God.
6 He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence: so yt I shal not fall.