Psalm 142

Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave.

1        I with my voice cry'd to the Lord,

                   with it made my request:

2        Pour'd out to him my plaint, to him

                   my trouble I exprest.

3        When in me was o'erwhelm'd my sp'rit,

                   then well thou knew'st my way;

          Where I did walk a snare for me

                   they privily did lay.

4        I look'd on my right hand, and view'd,

                   but none to know me were;

          All refuge failed me, no man

                   did for my soul take care.

5        I cry'd to thee; I said, Thou art

                   my refuge, Lord, alone;

          And in the land of those that live

                   thou art my portion.

6        Because I am brought very low,

                   attend unto my cry:

          Me from my persecutors save,

                   who stronger are than I.

7        From prison bring my soul, that I

                   thy name may glorify:

          The just shall compass me, when thou

                   with me deal'st bounteously.