Coverdale(i)
4 They yt hate me without a cause, are mo then the hayres of my heade: they that are myne enemies & wolde destroye me giltlesse, are mightie:
5 I am fayne to paye the thinges yt I neuer toke. God, thou knowest my symplenesse, and my fautes are not hyd from the.
6 Let not them that trust in the (o LORDE God of hoostes) be ashamed for my cause: let not those yt seke the, be confounded thorow me, o God of Israel.
7 And why? for thy sake do I suffre reprofe, shame couereth my face.
8 I am become a straunger vnto my brethren, and an aleaunt vnto my mothers children.
9 For the zele of thine house hath euen eaten me, and the rebukes of them that rebuked the, is fallen vpon me.
10 I wepte and chastened my self wt fastinge, and that was turned to my reprofe.
11 I put on a sackecloth, and therfore they iested vpon me.
12 They that satt in the gate, spake agaynst me, and the dronckardes made songes vpon me.
13 But LORDE, I made my prayer vnto the in an acceptable tyme:
14 Heare me (o God) with thy greate mercy & sure helpe.