Coverdale(i)
15 He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.
16 He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
19 O remembre yet my mysery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.