Coverdale(i)
7 The angell of the LORDE pitcheth his tente rounde aboute them that feare him, and delyuereth them.
8 O taist and se how frendly the LORDE is, blessed is the man yt trusteth in him.
9 O feare the LORDE, ye yt be his sayntes: for they that feare him, lacke nothinge.
10 The rich shal want and suffre hunger, but they which seke the LORDE, shal wat no maner of thinge, that is good.
11 Come hither (o ye children) herken vnto me, I wil teach you the feare of the LORDE.