Coverdale(i)
1 I cried vnto God with my voyce, yee euen vnto God cried I with my voyce, & he herde me.
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
3 When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.