Coverdale(i)
11 Maye thy louynge kyndnes be shewed in the graue, or thy faithfulnesse in destruccion?
12 Maye thy wonderous workes be knowne in the darcke, or thy righteousnes in the londe where all thinges are forgotte?
13 Vnto the I crie (o LORDE) and early cometh my prayer before the.
14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
15 My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens.
16 Thy wroth full displeasure goeth ouer me, the feare of the oppresseth me.