Psalms 142

1 A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer. I cry with my voice to Yahweh. With my voice, I ask Yahweh for mercy.

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 tell him my troubles.

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

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have 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, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares 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 you, Yahweh. I said, “You are 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 Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.

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 to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will be good to me.

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