Coverdale(i) 1 O God, thou yt hast cast vs out and scatred vs abrode, thou yt hast bene so sore displeased at vs, coforte vs agayne. 2 Thou yt hast remoued the lode & deuyded it, heale the sores therof, for it shaketh. 3 Thou hast shewed thy people heuy thinges, thou hast geuen vs a drynke off wyne, yt we slobre withall. 4 Yet hast thou geue a toke for soch as feare the, yt they maye cast it vp in ye treuth. 5 Sela. That thy beloued might be delyuered, helpe them with thy right hande, and heare me. 6 God hath spoke in his Sactuary (which thinge reioyseth me) I wil deuyde Siche, & mete out the valley of Suchoth 7 Galaad is myne, Manasses is myne, Ephraim is the strength of my heade, Iuda is my captayne. 8 Moab is my washpotte, ouer Edom wil I stretch out my shue, Philistea shal be glad of me. 9 Who will lede me in to the stronge cite? Who will bringe me in to Edom? 10 Shalt not thou do it, o God, thou yt hast cast vs out: thou God, yt wentest not out wt or hoostes? 11 O be thou oure helpe in trouble, for vayne is the helpe of man. 12 Thorow God we shal do greate actes, for it is he that shal treade downe oure enemies.