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.
4 Fre amoge the deed, like vnto the yt lye in the graue, which be out of remembrauce, and are cutt awaye from thy honde.
5 Thou hast layed me in the lowest pytte, in ye darcknesse and in the depe.
6 Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
7 Sela. Thou hast put awaye myne acquataunce farre fro me, & made me to be abhorred of them: