Coverdale(i)
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.
4 Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake,
5 Then remembred I the tymes of olde, & the yeares that were past.
6 I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete.
7 Wil the LORDE cast out for euer? Wil he be nomore intreated?
8 Is his mercy cleane gone? Is his promyse come vtterly to an ende for euermore?
9 Hath the LORDE forgotten to be gracious? Or, hath he shut vp his louynge kyndnesse in displeasure?
10 Sela. At the last I came to this poynte, that I thought: O why art thou so foolish? the right honde of the most hyest can chaunge all.
11 Therfore wil I remembre the workes of the LORDE, and call to mynde thy wonders of olde tyme.
12 I wil speake of all thy workes, and my talkynge shalbe of thy doinges.