Coverdale(i)
17 Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
18 Hyde not thy face from thy seruaut, for I am in trouble: O haist ye to helpe me.
19 Drawe nye vnto my soule, and saue it: Oh delyuer me because of myne enemies.
20 Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
21 The rebuke breaketh my hert, & maketh me heuy: I loke for some to haue pitie vpon me, but there is no man: & for some to coforte me, but I fynde none.