Coverdale(i)
15 But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
16 With ye gredy & scornefull ypocrites, they gna?shed vpon me with theirteth.
17 LORDE, whan wilt thou loke vpo this? O restore my soule from ye wicked rumoure of the, my dearlinge from the lyons.
18 So wil I geue ye thankes in the greate congregacion, & prayse the amonge moch people.
19 O let the not triuphe ouer me, that are myne enemies for naught: O let them not wyncke wt their eyes, that hate me without a cause.
20 And why? their comonynge is not for peace, but they ymagin false wordes agaynst ye outcastes of the londe.
21 They gape vpon me wt their mouthes, sayenge: there there: we se it with oure eyes.