Coverdale(i)
21 Dyd I euer lyft vp my honde to hurte the fatherlesse? Yee in the gate where I sawe my self to be in auctorite:
22 The let myne arme fall fro my shulder, & myne arme holes be broken from the ioyntes.
23 For I haue euer feared ye vengeaunce & punyshmet of God, & knew very well, yt I was not able to beare his burthe.