Coverdale(i) 1 In the, o LORDE, is my trust, let me neuer be put to cofucio, but rydde me & delyuer me thorow thy rightuousnesse: encline thine eare vnto me, & helpe me. 2 Be thou my stronge holde (where vnto I maye allwaye fle) thou that hast promised to helpe me: for thou art my house of defence & my castell. 3 Delyuer me (o my God) out of ye hade of the vngodly, out of the hande of the vnrightuous & cruell man. 4 For thou (o LORDE God) art the thinge that I loge for, thou art my hope euen fro my youth. 5 I haue leaned vpo ye euer sens I was borne, thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, therfore is my prayse allwaye of the. 6 I am become a wonder vnto the multitude, but my sure trust is in the. 7 Oh let my mouth be fylled with thy prayse & honoure all the daye loge.