Coverdale(i)
2 My soule thursteth for the, my flesh longeth after the in a bare & drie lode, where no water is.
3 Thus do I loke for the in thy Sactuary, that I might beholde yi power & glory.
4 For thy louynge kyndnesse is better then life, my lyppes shal prayse the.
5 As loge as I liue wil I magnifie the, & lift vp my hondes in thy name.