Coverdale(i)
14 Turne ye agayne (thou God of hoostes) loke downe from heauen, beholde & viset this vynyarde.
15 Manteyne it, that thy right hode hath plated, & the sonne whom thou maydest so moch of for thy self.
16 For why? it is bret with fyre, & lyeth waist: o let the perishe at the rebuke of thy wrath.
17 Let thy honde be vpon the man of thy right honde, & vpon the man who thou maydest so moch off for thine owne self.
18 And so wil not we go backe from the: oh let vs lyue, & we shal call vpon thy name.
19 Turne vs agayne o LORDE God of hoostes, shewe the light of thy coutenauce, & we shal be whole.