Coverdale(i)
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
5 Yet do I remebre the tymes past, I muse vpo all yi workes, yee I exercise my self in the workes of thy hondes.
6 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
7 Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.