Coverdale(i)
6 Lo, then wolde I get me awaye farre of, and remayne in the wildernesse.
7 Sela. I wolde make haist to escape, from the stormy wynde and tempest.
8 Destroie their tonges (o LORDE) and deuyde them, for I se vnrightuousnes & strife in ye cite.
9 This goeth daye and night aboute the walles, myschefe and vyce are in the myddest of it.