Coverdale
(i)
10 they abhorre me, they fle farre fro me & stayne my face wt spetle.
11 For ye LORDE hath opened his quyuer, he hath hytt me, & put a brydle in my mouth.
12 Vpon my right hade they rose together agaynst me, they haue hurte my fete, made awaye to destroye me,