Coverdale(i)
13 which compaseth ye wyse in their owne craftynesse, and ouertroweth the councell of the wicked:
14 In so moch that they runne in to darcknesse by fayre daye, and grope aboute them at the noone daye, like as in the night.
15 And so he delyuereth the poore from the swearde, from their mouth, and from the hode of the cruell: