Coverdale(i)
9 Oh let the wickednes of the vngodly come to an ende: but manteyne the iust,
10 thou rightuous God, yt triest the very hertes & the reynes.
11 My helpe cometh of God, which preserueth them yt are true of herte.
12 God is a rightuous iudge, & God is euer threateninge. Yf men wil not turne, he hath whet his swearde: he hath bent his bowe & made it ready.
13 He hath prepayred him the weapens of death, & ordened his arowes to destroye.
14 Beholde, he trauayleth with myschefe, he hath coceaued vnhappynesse, and brought forth a lye.
15 He hath grauen and dygged vp a pytte, but he shal fall himself in to ye pytte yt he hath made.