Coverdale(i)
3 LORDE, what is ma, that thou hast soch respecte vnto him? Or the sonne of man, that thou so regardest him?
4 Man is like a thinge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye like a shadowe.
5 Bowe thy heaues (o LORDE) & come downe, touch the mountaynes, yt they maye smoke withall.
6 Sende forth the lightenynge & scater the, shute out thine arowes and consume them.