Coverdale(i) 1 O God, my hert is ready to synge, & to geue prayse. 2 Awake (o my glory) awake lute & harpe, I my selfe will awake right early. 3 I wil geue thakes vnto the (o LORDE) amonge the people, I wil synge prayses vnto the amonge the Heithe. 4 For the greatnesse of thy mercy is higher then the heauens, and thy faithfulnesse reacheth vnto the cloudes. 5 Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, & thy glory aboue all the earth. 6 That thy beloued maye be delyuered: helpe then with thy right hande, & heare me. 7 God hath spoken in his Sanctuary (which thinge reioyseth me.) I will deuyde Sichem, and mete out the valley of Suchoth. 8 Galaad is myne, Manasses is myne, Ephraim is the stregth of my heade, 9 Iuda is my captaine. Moab is my wash potte, ouer Edom wil I stretch out my shue, Philistea shal be glad of me. 10 Who wil lede me in to the stronge cite? Who wil brynge me in to Edom? 11 Shalt not thou do it (o God) which hast cast vs out: thou God, yt wentest not forth with oure hoostes? 12 O be thou or helpe in trouble, for vayne is the helpe of man. 13 Thorow God we shall do greate actes, for it is he yt shal treade downe oure enemies.