Coverdale(i)
11 When all they yt herde me, called me happie: & when all they yt sawe me, wysshed me good.
12 For I delyuered ye poore whe he cried, & the fatherlesse yt wanted helpe.
13 He yt shulde haue bene lost, gaue me a good worde, & ye widdowes hert praised me.
14 And why? I put vpon me rightuousnes, which couered me as a garmet, & equite was my crowne.
15 I was an eye vnto the blynde, & a fote to the lame.
16 I was a father vnto the poore, & whe I knew not their cause, I sought it out diligetly.
17 I brake the chaftes of ye vnrightuous, & plucte the spoyle out of their teth.