Coverdale(i)
15 Lo, there is nether coforte ner hope for me, yf he wil slaye me. But yf I shewe and reproue myne owne wayes in his sight,
16 he is euen the same, that maketh me whole: and why? there maye no Ypocrite come before him,
17 Heare my wordes, and pondre my sayenges with youre eares.
18 Beholde, though sentence were geuen vpon me, I am sure to be knowne for vngilty.
19 What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye.
20 Neuerthelesse graunte me ij. thinges, and then will I not hyde my self from the.
21 Withdrawe thine honde fro me, & let not the fearfull drede of the make me afrayed.
22 And then sende for me to the lawe, yt I maye answere for my self: or els, let me speake, and geue thou the answere.
23 How greate are my my?dedes & synnes? Let me knowe my trasgressions & offences.