Coverdale(i)
27 They wayte all vpo the, that thou mayest geue them meate in due season.
28 Whe thou geuest it them, they gather it: whe thou openest thine honde, they are fylled with good.
29 But when thou hydest thy face, they are soroufull: yf thou takest awaye their breth, they dye, & are turned agayne to their dust.
30 Agayne, when thou lattest thy breth go forth, they are made, and so thou renuest the face of the earth.
31 The glorious magesty of the LORDE endureth for euer, and the LORDE reioyseth in his workes.
32 The earth trebleth at the loke of him, he doth but touch ye hilles and they smoke.
33 I will synge vnto the LORDE as longe as I lyue, I wil prayse my God whyle I haue my beinge.
34 O that my wordes might please him, for my ioye is in the LORDE.
35 As for synners, they shalbe cosumed out of the earth, and the vngodly shal come to an ende: but prayse thou the LORDE, o my soule. Halleluya.