Psalms 142

1 Of understanding for David. A prayer when he was in the cave. I cried to the Lord with my voice: with my voice I made supplication to the Lord.

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 In his sight I pour out my prayer, and before him I declare my trouble:

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

3 When my spirit failed me, then thou newest my paths.

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 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, and there was no one that would know me. Flight hath failed me: and there is no one that hath regard to 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 to thee, O Lord: I said: Thou art my hope, 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 to my supplication: 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 praise thy name: the just wait for me, until thou reward me.

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