Coverdale(i)
97 O what a loue haue I vnto thy lawe? all the daye longe is my talkynge of it.
98 Thou thorow thy commaundement hast made me wyser the myne enemies, for it is euer by me.
99 I haue more vnderstondinge then all my teachers, for thy testimonies are my studye.
100 Yee I am wyser then the aged, for I kepe thy comaundementes.
101 I refrayne my fete from euery euell waye, that I maye kepe thy wordes.
102 I shrenck not from thy iudgmentes, for thou teachest me.
103 O how swete are thy wordes vnto my throte? Yee more the hony vnto my mouth.
104 Thorow thy commaundementes I get vnderstondinge, therfore I hate all false wayes.
105 Thy worde is a lanterne vnto my fete & a light vnto my pathes.