Coverdale(i)
1 Delyuer me (o LORDE) from the euell men, oh preserue me from the wicked men.
2 Which ymagin myschefe in their hertes, & stere vp strife all the daye longe.
3 They sharpen their tonges like a serpent, Adders poyson is vnder their lippes.
4 Sela. Kepe me (o LORDE) from the hande of the vngodly, preserue me from the wicked men, which are purposed to ouerthrowe my goinges.
5 The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.
6 Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
7 O LORDE God, thou strength of my health, thou hast couered my heade in ye daye of battayll.
8 Let not ye vngodly haue his desyre (o LORDE) let him not haue his purpose, lest they be to proude.
9 Sela. Let the myschefe of their owne lippes fall vpon ye head of the, yt copase me aboute.