Coverdale(i)
6 knowe this then, yt it is God, which hath handled me so violetly, & hath compased me aboute with his scourges.
7 Beholde, though I crie, yet violece is done vnto me, I can not be herde: Though I complane, there is none to geue sentece with me.
8 He hath hedged vp my path, I ca not get awaye, he hath set darcknesse in my gate.
9 He hath spoyled me of myne honoure, & taken the crowne awaye fro my heade.