Coverdale(i)
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
2 I haue disceaued no man, yet must myne eye cotinue in heuynesse
3 O delyuer me, and set me by the, who shall then be able to thrust my hondes together?
4 Thou hast withholde their hertes from vnderstodinge, therfore shall they not be set vp an hye.
5 He promiseth his fredes parte of his good, but his owne childre spende it.
6 He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people, I am his gestinge stocke amoge the.
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
8 Vertuous me therfore shall wel cosidre this, and the innocent shal take parte agaynst the Ypocrite.
9 The rightuous wil kepe his waye, and he yt hath cleane handes, wil euer be stronger & stronger.
10 As for you, turne you, & get you hence, for I can not se one wyse ma amonge you.
11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
12 chaunginge the night in to daye, & ye light in to darcknes.
13 Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
14 I call corrupcion my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my sister.
15 What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
16 All that I haue, shall go downe in to the pytt, & lye with me in the dust.