Psalms 142

1 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.

A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.

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

I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him.

3 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.

Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me.

4 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.

Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one cares for my soul.

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

I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

6 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.

Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me.

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

Free my soul from prison, that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.