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 maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a prayer. With my voice I cry out for help to Yahweh; with my voice I plead for Yahweh's favor.

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

I pour out my lament before him; I tell him my troubles.

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 is weak within me, you know my path. In the way that I walk they have hidden a trap 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 look to my right and and see that there is no one who cares about me. There is no escape for me; no one cares about my life.

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

I called out to you, Yahweh; I 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.

Listen to my call, for I have been brought very low; rescue 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 so that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will gather around me because you have been good to me.”