Coverdale(i)
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.
29 He maketh the storme to ceasse, so that the wawes are still.
30 The are they glad because they be at rest, & so he bryngeth them vnto the hauen where they wolde be.