Coverdale(i) 1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule. 2 My God, I trust in ye: Oh let me not be confounded, lest myne enemies triuphe ouer me. 3 For all they yt hope in ye shal not be ashamed: but soch as be scornefull despysers wt out a cause. they shall be put to cofucio. 4 Shewe me thy wayes (o LORDE) & teach me thy pathes. 5 Lede me in yi trueth and lerne me, for thou art the God off my health, and in the is my hope all the daye longe. 6 Call to remembraunce, O LORDE, thy tender mercyes & thy louinge kyndnesses, which haue bene euer of olde. 7 Oh remebre not ye synnes & offences of my youth, but acordinge vnto thy mercy thynke vpon me (O LORDE) for thy goodnesse. 8 O how fredly & rightuous is the LORDE, therfore wil he teach synners in the waye. 9 He ledeth the symple a right, and soch as be meke the lerneth he his wayes. 10 All the wayes of the LORDE are very mercy & faithfulnesse, vnto soch as kepe his testament and couenaunt. 11 For thy names sake, O LORDE, be mercifull vnto my synne, for it is greate. 12 What so euer he be that feareth the LORDE, he shal shewe him the waye that he hath chosen. 13 His soule shall dwell at ease, and his sede shall possesse the londe. 14 The secrete of the LORDE is amonge them that feare him, and he sheweth them his couenaunt. 15 Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the LORDE, for he shal plucke my fete out of ye nett. 16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery. 17 The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles. 18 Loke vpon my aduersite and misery, and forgeue me all my synnes. 19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me. 20 O kepe my soule, and delyuer me: let me not be confounded, for I haue put my trust in the. 21 Let innocency and rightuous dealinge wayte vpon me, for my hope is in the. 22 Delyuer Israel (O God) out of all his trouble.