Psalms 77:3-9 When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.

Coverdale⁽ⁱ⁾ 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?