Psalms 143:6-9 I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.

Coverdale⁽ⁱ⁾ ⁶ I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe. ⁷ Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue. ⁸ Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the. ⁹ Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.