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.

AN INSTRUCTION OF DAVID. A PRAYER WHEN HE IS IN THE CAVE. My voice [is] to YHWH, I cry, My voice [is] to YHWH, I beg [for] grace.

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

I pour forth my meditation before Him, I declare my distress before 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.

When my spirit has been feeble in me, Then You have known my path; In the way [in] which I walk, They have hid 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.

Looking on the right hand—and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Refuge has perished from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.

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

I have cried to you, O YHWH, I have said, “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.

Attend to my loud cry, For I have become very low, Deliver me from my pursuers, For they have been 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 forth my soul from prison to confess Your Name, The righteous surround me about, When You confer benefits on me!