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.

I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.

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

I poured out my complaint before him; I showed before him my trouble.

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.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then you knew my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privately laid 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.

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.

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

I cried unto you, O LORD: I said, You are my refuge and 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.

Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

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

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise your name: the righteous shall compass me about; for you shall deal bountifully with me.