Coverdale(i)
1 Heare my voyce (o God) in my coplaynte, preserue my life fro feare of ye enemie.
2 Hyde me from the gatheringe together of ye frowarde, fro ye heape of wicked doers.
3 Which whette their tuges like a swerde, & shute wt their venimous wordes like as wt arowes.
4 That they maye preuely hurte ye innocet, & sodely to hit him wt out eny feare.