Coverdale(i)
1 I am wel pleased, yt the LORDE hath herde ye voyce of my prayer.
2 That he hath enclyned his eare vnto me, therfore wil I call vpo him as longe as I lyue.
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
4 I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.
5 Gracious is ye LORDE & rightuous, yee oure God is mercifull.
6 The LORDE preserueth ye symple, I was brought downe, and he helped me.
7 Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre.
8 And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.
9 I wil walke before ye LORDE, in the londe of the lyuynge.
10 I beleued, and therfore haue I spoke, but I was sore troubled.
11 I sayde in my haist: All men are lyers.
12 What rewarde shal I geue vnto ye LORDE, for all the benefites yt he hath done vnto me?
13 I wil receaue the cuppe of saluacio, and call vpon the name of the LORDE.
14 I wil paye my vowes in the presence of all his people, right deare in the sight of ye LORDE is the death of his sayntes.
15 O LORDE, I am thy seruaunt, I am thy seruaunt,
16 and the sonne of thy handmayden, thou hast broken my bondes in sonder.
17 I wil offre the the sacrifice of thankes geuynge, and wil call vpon the name of the LORDE.
18 I wil paye my vowes vnto the LORDE in the sight of all his people,
19 in the courtes of the LORDES house, eue in the myddest of the, o Ierusalem. Halleluya.