Coverdale(i)
1 O Lorde God my Sauyor, I crie daye & night before the: Oh let my prayer entre in to thy presence, encline thine eare vnto my callynge.
2 For my soule is full of trouble, & my life draweth nye vnto hell.
3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.