Coverdale(i)
11 My helpe cometh of God, which preserueth them yt are true of herte.
12 God is a rightuous iudge, & God is euer threateninge. Yf men wil not turne, he hath whet his swearde: he hath bent his bowe & made it ready.
13 He hath prepayred him the weapens of death, & ordened his arowes to destroye.