Psalms 142

1 Maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a Prayer. I cry with my voice unto the LORD; with my voice unto the LORD do I make supplication.

The lernyng of Dauid; `his preier, `whanne he was in the denne. With my vois Y criede to the Lord; with my vois Y preiede hertli to the Lord.

2 I pour out my complaint before him; I shew before him my trouble.

I schede out my preier in his siyt; and Y pronounce my tribulacioun bifor him.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walk have they hidden a snare for me.

While my spirit failith of me; and thou hast knowe my pathis. In this weie in which Y yede; proude men hidden a snare to me.

4 Look on [my] right hand, and see; for there is no man that knoweth me: refuge hath failed me; no man careth for my soul.

I bihelde to the riyt side, and Y siy; and noon was that knew me. Fliyt perischide fro me; and noon is that sekith my soule.

5 I cried unto thee, O LORD; I said, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

Lord, Y criede to thee, Y seide, Thou art myn hope; my part in the lond of lyueris.

6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

Yyue thou tent to my biseching; for Y am maad low ful greetli. Delyuere thou me fro hem that pursuen me; for thei ben coumfortid on me.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

Lede my soule out of keping to knouleche to thi name; iust men abiden me, til thou yelde to me.