Psalms 142

1 A Psalme of David, to give instruction, and a prayer, when he was in the cave. I cryed vnto the Lord with my voyce: with my voyce I prayed vnto the Lord.

Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock. The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.

2 I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.

I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.

3 Though my spirit was in perplexitie in me, yet thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked, haue they priuily layde a snare for me.

When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.

4 I looked vpon my right hand, and beheld, but there was none that would knowe me: all refuge failed me, and none cared for my soule.

Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.

5 Then cryed I vnto thee, O Lord, and sayde, thou art mine hope, and my portion in the land of the liuing.

I have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living.

6 Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.

Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.

7 Bring my soule out of prison, that I may prayse thy Name: then shall the righteous come about me, when thou art beneficiall vnto me.

Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.