Coverdale(i)
13 When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche:
14 The troublest thou me with dreames, ad makest me so afrayed thorow visions,
15 that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.
16 I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
17 What is man, that thou hast him in soch reputacion, and settest so moch by him?
18 Thou takest diligent care for him, and sodely doest thou trye him.
19 Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
20 I haue offended, what shal I do vnto ye, O thou preseruer off men? Why hast thou made me to stonde in thy waye, and am so heuy a burden vnto myself?
21 Why doest thou not forgeue me my synne? Wherfore takest thou not awaye my wickednesse? Beholde, now must I slepe in the dust: and yff thou sekest me tomorow in the mornynge, I shalbe gone.