Coverdale(i)
1 Who so dwelleth vnder ye defence of the most hyest, & abydeth vnder ye shadowe of ye allmightie:
2 He shal saye vnto ye LORDE: o my hope, & my stronge holde, my God, in who I wil trust.
3 For he shal deliuer the fro the snare of the hunter, & fro the noysome pestilence.
4 He shal couer the vnder his wynges, that thou mayest be safe vnder his fethers: his faithfulnesse and trueth shal be thy shylde and buckler.
5 So yt thou shalt not nede to be afrayed for eny bugges by night, ner for arowe that flyeth by daye.
6 For the pestilece that crepeth in ye darcknesse, ner for the sicknesse yt destroyeth in the noone daye.
7 A thousande shal fall besyde the, and ten thousande at thy right honde, but it shal not come nye the.
8 Yee with thyne eyes shalt thou beholde, and se the rewarde of the vngodly.
9 For thou LORDE art my hope, thou hast set thy house of defence very hye.