Coverdale(i)
25 For at his worde, the stormy wynde aryseth, and lifteth vp the wawes therof.
26 They are caried vp to the heauen, & downe agayne to the depe, their soule melteth awaye in the trouble.
27 They rele to and fro, they stacker like a droncken man, and are at their wittes ende.
28 So they crie vnto the LORDE in their trouble, & he delyuereth the out of their distresse.