Coverdale(i)
4 Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
5 Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
6 Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
7 Brynge my soule out of preson, that I maye geue thakes vnto thy name: which thinge yf thou wilt graute me, then shal the rightuous resorte vnto my copany.