Coverdale(i)
1 Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
2 From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whe my herte is in trouble:
3 Oh set me vp vpo an hye rocke. For thou art my hope, a stronge tower for me agaynst the enemie.
4 I will dwell in thy tabernacle for euer, that I maye be safe vnder the couerynge of thy wynges.
5 Sela. For thou (o LORDE) hast herde my desyres, thou hast geuen an heretage vnto those that feare thy name.
6 Thou shalt graunte the kynge a loge life, that his yeares maye endure thorow out all generacions.
7 That he maye dwell before God for euer: Oh let thy louynge mercy & faithfulnes preserue him.
8 So wil I allwaye synge prayses vnto thy name, yt I maye daylie perfourme my vowes.