Psalms 19 The very heaues declare the glory off God, ad the very firmamet sheweth his hadye worke.

Coverdale⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ The very heaues declare the glory off God, ad the very firmamet sheweth his hadye worke. ² One daye telleth another, and one night certifieth another. ³ There is nether speach ner laguage, but their voyces are herde amoge the. ⁴ Their soude is gone out in to all londes, and their wordes in to the endes of the worlde. ⁵ In the hath he sett a tabernacle for ye Sone, which cometh forth as a brydegrome out of his chambre, & reioyseth as a giaunte to rune his course. ⁶ It goeth forth fro the one ende of the heauen, and runneth aboute vnto the same ende agayne, & there maye no ma hyde himself fro the heate therof. ⁷ The lawe of the LORDE is a perfecte lawe, it quickeneth the soule. The testimony of ye LORDE is true, & geueth wisdome euen vnto babes. ⁸ The statutes of the LORDE are right, & reioyse the herte: ye comaundemet of ye LORDE is pure, and geueth light vnto the eyes. ⁹ The feare of the LORDE is cleane, & endureth for euer: the iudgmentes of the LORDE are true and rigtuous alltogether. ¹⁰ More pleasunt are they then golde, yee then moch fyne golde: sweter then hony & the hony combe. ¹¹ These thy seruaunt kepeth, & for kepinge of them there is greate rewarde. ¹² Who can tell, how oft he offendeth? Oh clese thou me fro my secrete fautes. ¹³ Kepe thy seruaute also from presumptuous synnes, lest they get the dominion ouer me: so shal I be vndefyled & innocet fro the greate offence. ¹⁴ Yee the wordes of my mouth & the meditacio of my herte shalbe acceptable vnto the, o LORDE, my helper and my redemer.