Psalms 142

1 Maschil of David; a prayer when he was in the cave. I cried to the LORD with my voice; with my voice to the LORD I made my 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 poured out my complaint before him; I showed 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, then thou knewest my path. In the way in which I walked have they privily laid 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 I looked on [my] right hand, and beheld, but [there was] no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared 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 to thee, O LORD: I said, Thou [art] my refuge [and] 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 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 praise thy name: the righteous shall encompass me; for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

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