Coverdale(i)
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?