Coverdale(i)
3 lost be that daye, wherin I was borne: and the night, in the which it was sayde: there is a manchilde conceaued.
4 The same daye be turned to darcknesse, and not regarded of God from aboue, nether be shyned vpo wt light:
5 but be couered with darcknesse, and the shadowe of death. Let the dymme cloude fall vpon it, and let it be lapped in with sorowe.
6 Let the darckstorme ouercome ye night, let it not be reckened amonge the dayes off the yeare, ner counted in the monethes.
7 Despysed be that night, and discommended: let them that curse the daye,
8 geue it their curse also, euen those that be ready to rayse vp Leuiathan.
9 Let the starres be dymme thorow darcknesse of it. Let it loke for light, but let it se none, nether the rysynge vp of the fayre mornynge:
10 because it shut not vp the wombe that bare me, ner hyd these sorowes fro myne eyes.