Coverdale(i) 1 I wil geue thakes vnto the (o LORDE) with my whole hert, euen before the goddes wil I synge prayses vnto the. 2 I wil worshippe towarde thy holy teple, and prayse thy name because of thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth, for thou hast magnified thy worde, acordynge vnto thy greate name. 3 When I call vpo the, thou hearest me, and endewest my soule with moch stregth. 4 All the kynges of the earth shal prayse the (o LORDE) when they heare the wordes of thy mouth. 5 Yee they shal synge in the wayes of the LORDE, that greate is the glory of the LORDE. 6 For though the LORDE be hye, yet hath he respecte vnto ye lowly: as for ye proude, he beholdeth him afarre off. 7 Though I walke i ye myddest of trouble, yet shalt thou refresh me: thou shalt stretch forth thine hade vpo the furiousnes of myne enemies, & yi righthande shal saue me. 8 The LORDE shal make good for me, yee thy mercy (o LORDE) endureth for euer: despyse not then the worke of thine owne handes.