Coverdale(i)
40 Thou hast made myne enemies to turne their backes vpon me, thou hast destroyed the yt hated me.
41 They cried, but there was none to helpe the: yee euen vnto the LORDE, but he herde the not.
42 I will beate them as small as the dust before the wynde, I will cast them out as ye claye in the stretes.
43 Thou shalt delyuer me from the stryuinges of the people, thou shalt make me the heade of the Heithe.
44 A people whom I haue not knowne, shall serue me.
45 As soone as they heare of me, they shall obeye me, but the straunge childre dyssemble with me.
46 The straunge children are waxe olde, and go haltinge out of their pathes.
47 The LORDE lyueth: ad blessed be my helper, praysed be the God of my health.
48 Eue ye God which seyth that I be auenged, and subdueth the people vnto me.
49 It is he that delyuereth me fro my cruell enemies: thou shalt lift me vp from them that ryse agaynst me, thou shalt ryd me from the wicked man.
50 For this cause I wil geue thankes vnto ye (o LORDE) amonge the Gentiles, and synge prayses vnto thy name. Greate prosperite geueth he vnto his kynge, and sheweth louinge kyndnesse vnto Dauid his anoynted, yee & vnto his sede for euermore.