Coverdale(i)
19 Thou hast appoynted the Moone for certayne seasons, the Sonne knoweth his goinge downe.
20 Thou makest darcknesse, that it maye be night, wherin all the beastes of the forest do moue.
21 Yee and the yonge lyons which roare after the praye, and seke their meate at God.
22 But when the Sonne ariseth, they get them awaye together, and lye them downe in their dennes.
23 Then goeth man forth to his worke, and to till his londe vntill the euenynge.